Sultans And Saints
Phase 3 - The Breakup
Outsource the diagnosisTo your closest allyLighter hearts wont pull the plugTo the machine that keeps us aliveThe syringe is loadedNeedle is in placeWaiting for your last touchTo end this stagnant raceLike a fish out of waterWe fought in vain for airBut could not escape the gripof whatever held us thereThe patients are now dancingTomorrow's apparitionsBut at least now they knowSpared hope by your dictionThis hospital ward will waitLike death row felons for their fatesIn white, sterile prisonsThey were all your inmatesWhat was more than you wantedWas less than you gotAll I could do was care and you just wanted me to stopI'll try to find in what you've left of my heartThe will to forgive youFor tearing it apart
From Letras Mania