Uncureable
Dead-like trance from which nothing wakes
The freezing hung our words.
Trapped here, waving in vain
Though we don't belong in either world.
Our crowds flock the streets at night
Where we shrug off our skins.
Painfully blind in the dark
Clawing our ugly selves up from within.
The disease from which we breath upon
Makes us almost real.
This is the price for the truth
It's over, done, a deal's a deal.
It's our own faults for discarding the lie
Heads deep, down with shame.
It's hand picked, an unlucky few
Are there no headlines for this fame?
The pulling hand creeps over the edge
Though we have no need for air.
The dust in our veins doesn't fight
It tracks us deeper down to it's lair.
A fact of the thing we wish to take
Nothing penetrates the dark.
It clings so tightly, fresh and faded
Bleeding through to make it's mark.
We,the uncureable, lost souls of woe
Wander to wish and pray.
Though 'he' is coming, creeping
He's getting closer everyday/
The freezing hung our words.
Trapped here, waving in vain
Though we don't belong in either world.
Our crowds flock the streets at night
Where we shrug off our skins.
Painfully blind in the dark
Clawing our ugly selves up from within.
The disease from which we breath upon
Makes us almost real.
This is the price for the truth
It's over, done, a deal's a deal.
It's our own faults for discarding the lie
Heads deep, down with shame.
It's hand picked, an unlucky few
Are there no headlines for this fame?
The pulling hand creeps over the edge
Though we have no need for air.
The dust in our veins doesn't fight
It tracks us deeper down to it's lair.
A fact of the thing we wish to take
Nothing penetrates the dark.
It clings so tightly, fresh and faded
Bleeding through to make it's mark.
We,the uncureable, lost souls of woe
Wander to wish and pray.
Though 'he' is coming, creeping
He's getting closer everyday/