When the line between fact and fiction becomes hopelessly blurred, Our eyes fill in with superstition from every word. Strung up on our own perspectives, Failing to see that it's ineffective.
But I am here and I understand. Pull yourself above the ropes and take my hand.
You've turned the skylines into gallows. I see the pain that's been bestowed. Hung yourself from the farthest star, Your spirit flaunts the biggest scar. The biggest scar.
Somewhere deep inside our bones, The emptiness grows. But don't succumb to this despair, It's something that we both share. One foot in the grave, Hoping that heaven is waiting. Well it's not, So break this glass casket and start celebrating.
I feel you.