On Broken Wings
Listless
Deaf eyes seem to watch the actions of definition human mockery
Percussions never made me feel so sickened
Where's your action?
Spent stabbing aimlessly at walls with your fists and apparitions
They do what they do because this lonely town feels like hospital beds
And you let it
I've broke my hands for less than this
There's nothing left to justify to you
With every breath I exhale,
I wonder what it's like to feel alive
Maybe it's only in this fight, but you're not a victim
No consequence,
From Letras Mania