Hampdens (The)
Social Suicide
Your dreams will fade, and self loathing comesThe age-old curse of the clinically numbTurned on bright lights, a wax wing demiseIn cut glass bowls you find endless desire(But I don’t mind)Strangers call my name through the nightVictims of a social suicideThrough white homes and far away signsBurns a wind like fire in God’s own eyesSunlight climbs, through holes of black lightA day in my life and you can see through time(People die)Strangers call my name through the nightVictims of a social suicide(Call me, into the night they call me)
From Letras Mania