Signals

The flickering light Withered unlike the substance of this circular current we are suspended within We’re in an ocean blooming with unending suspicion Dragging the yarn down the endless labyrinth The crests of yellow rays make way for narcotic plays, the contortion of our words We’re falling through to troughs of gray, what else is there to say? Don’t believe a thing you heard Calculating I let you in, just to get burned down All the lies you spit through your teeth The silver tongue with which you speak Consequences formulating from the things that we’ve said The blade to our backs, we’ll both end up dead All arranged, pieces in motion, we set the stage in its place Curtains fall, revealing colors of nature, disown any remaining grace Think of the times you fell, I think the dirt suits you well Think of the times you fell, I think the dirt suits you well Think of the times you fell, I think the dirt suits you well Think of the times you fell, I think the dirt suits you well We knew it had to end this way This war is our home, it’s all we’ve known All the lies spilling through your teeth The silver tongue enticing me Consequences, it’s time you end this Hold me close All the lies spilling through your teeth The silver tongue enticing me Consequences, it’s time you end this Keep me close, so you don’t miss