Razor Veins

Static in the cold room,

breathing in the gray

(ahhh) Waiting for the sunrise to wash it all away

Every heavy whisper buried in the floor We don't talk about the

promises anymore

And it pulls me down,

under the weight (no turning back)

Screaming at the ceiling,

trying to be heard!

(save me!)

Crashing through the silence,

burning every word!

Left with just the pieces of the things we used to be

Fade into the shadow,

setting fire to the memory

Tracing all the lines that we left behind

Looking for the answers we will never find

Setting fire to the memory (burning down)