A tattered heart and a selfish boy will hold every second close
The day when the last call is up begins to sound closer
Signatures are for the self righteous
What did I create?
I must be asleep
You move in tones
You talk in shapes
I must be asleep
Waving as I disappear
I'm better than this
And I' better than you
This is where you beg for my sorrow
We should not play the maker
We should hold our breath now
Signatures are for the self righteous
What did I create?
I wish this was easier
I wish this was closer
I wish this was easier
I wish this was so much closer
I've got nothing left
I'm so tired of all of you
I want to go back where we came from
And stab this city
Maybe I'm just tired of a "perfect" world that we'll never have...