Dead or cold

Nothing as it seems

Fly so far

But someone clipped the wings

I could beat my throat

It'd only turn to screams

When was the point that god knew

There was no one listening

There was no one listening

Was no one listening

My sweaty days

I close my eyes and sneak off to the sea

I'm drinking blood rain skies

And dream of family

And I ask the world 'don't turn'

It only turns to screams

When was the point that god knew

There was no one listening

There was no one listening

Was no one listening

I can't fake this.