All the words are like broken glass.
They cut like razors.
As you try to reassemble something once beautiful

THEY'VE COME TO HAUNT ME AGAIN
AND IT TURNS OUT THE SAME

I DREAM OF BARREN PLACES
FULL OF LIFELESS BEINGS
AND A SCORCHED SKY
LIGHTS THE GREY STAGE
WHERE OUR STORY’S SET

BROKEN MEN POLICING
ALL OF THESE WEEPING CHILDREN
THEY ARE THE ONES WHO BURNT THE SKY

Awaken in my bed
And life feels so grey
Dreams stirring in my head
It magnifies this waste
Land streched out before me
The truth about my life
Leaves me feeling empty
Leaves me so ******* barren

AMONGST THE RUBBLE
A SONG BIRD SINGS
A SONG ABOUT ME
ABOUT MY LIFE

All the words are like broken glass.
They cut like razors.
As you try to reassemble something once beautiful

They've come to haunt me again
And it turns out the same

WHERE IS MY SKY
THE ENDLESS BLUE
I DON’T WANT TO FLY ANYMORE
HERE I WILL STAY UNTIL I WAKE
FOR I DREAM A DREAM
OF A LIFE IN SHAMBLES
AND THAT SADLY
RESEMBLES MY LIFE

All the words are like broken glass.
They cut like razors.
As you try to reassemble something once beautiful.

It leaves me feeling barren