This story was never written,
These truths were never told,
They've got the big chairs they sit in
Where they copy write each soul
An empire down,
Inside of my head
My breath falls thick in my chest
Bleeding towers of sound
My mind's never at rest
An empire down,
Insides turn out
Sirens call out to heavens gates
All sinners hearts belong to the saints
All saviors are lost in their blind-less debate
An empire down,
With no one to save.
Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 6:23 AM UTC
This story was never written,
These truths were never told,
They've got the big chairs they sit in
Where they copy write each soul
An empire down,
Inside of my head
My breath falls thick in my chest
Bleeding towers of sound
My mind's never at rest
An empire down,
Insides turn out
Sirens call out to heavens gates
All sinners hearts belong to the saints
All saviors are lost in their blind-less debate
An empire down,
With no one to save.