Virtue is lost
Beyond this sleek veneer
Beneath the neon existence
Her face is grey
And everything she longs for turns to black
The chemicals bring little vindication
And white lines lace every vein
Does she realise what she's become?
But she's not waking
And she's still failing
But she's not waking
She's still failing.
Go.
Follow the siren's song,
To face this empty cycle.
Searching the darkest nights
Searching the silence
And does it make you sick?
Can you hear me is she conscious?
Does it make you feel beautiful?
Bloodshed under the streetlight.
And does it make you sick?
Oh God we got a bleeder here
Does it make you beautiful?
Heartbreak under the streetlight.
She's lost again.
Adrenaline strains corrupted arteries
Virtue is lost
Beyond this sleek veneer
Beneath the neon existence
Her face is grey
And everything she longs for is pulling away
Follow the siren's song
To face this empty cycle.
Searching the darkest night.
Searching the silence.
Follow the siren's song.
To face this empty cycle.
Searching the darkest night.
Searching the silence.
Dead by first light.
They can't wipe the blood from her eyes.
Dead by first light.
They can't wipe the blood from her eyes.
Dead by
Dead by first light.
Dead by
Dead by first light
