Hide behind the child in you
Break from the senses and the night will act as a disguise
Blood pools demand that you
Run to a head space void of truce and wait for death to find you
You tear down your houses and towers of match sticks ignite
You tear down your houses and towers of match sticks ignite it
To light up your eyes
And I'm so sorry that I made you suffer
And I'm so sorry that I made you suffer
All is lost but the heirloom
You hold it to your chest
It brings your soul to life and acts as a disguise
You tear down your houses and towers of match sticks ignite it
To light up your eyes
And I'm so sorry that I made you suffer
And I'm so sorry that I made you suffer
So sorry that I made you And as you hide behind the glass no air could find you, could find me
And as I cling to my last moment I reflect on my years, they find me where there's no light
I lie behind the glass no one can find me, can find me
And as I cling to my last moment I reflect on my years, they find me where there's no light
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