Sultans And Saints
Phase 3
Outsource the diagnosis
To your closest ally
Lighter hearts wont pull the plug
To the machine that keeps us alive
The syringe is loaded
Needle is in place
Waiting for your last touch
To end this stagnant race
Like a fish out of water
We fought in vain for air
But could not escape the grip
of whatever held us there
The patients are now dancing
Tomorrow's apparitions
But at least now they know
Spared hope by your diction
This hospital ward will wait
Like death row felons for their fates
In white, sterile prisons
They were all your inmates
What was more than you wanted
Was less than you got
All I could do was care and you just wanted me to stop
I'll try to find in what you've left of my heart
The will to forgive you
For tearing it apart
From Letras Mania