Dead or cold
Nothing as it seems
Fly so far
But someone clipped the wings
I could beat my throat
It´d only turn to screams
When was the point that god knew
There was no one listening

There was no one listening
Was no one listening

My sweaty days
I close my eyes and sneak off to the sea
I´m drinking blood rain skies
And dream of family
And I ask the world, “Don´t turn”
It only turns to screams
When was the point that god knew
There was no one listening

There was no one listening
Was no one listening

I can´t fake this.