(0380) caustic medicine

the temporary nourishment has all but left us cold, and when we collapse under this debt, we'll have no more need to grow. after all this time, there's still no light. your pulse is slowing down. three more years, the same old fears - an endless vacuum of unheard sounds..

so give us a taste of your paradise where the clouds keep hiding all your sorrow. a different dream for each symphony that gets stuck inside your head as you insist you're just waiting for tomorrow. a crushing insignificance, and the worst is yet to come. and when you look at your golden heart, you won't know what you've done. that's when someone dies.. but at least you are still alive..

come sunday morning, you're praying for a wasted cause.
redemption isn't real if you say you're found when you're still obviously lost.

think with your emotions like a child, and you obfuscate all evidence.
when i was just a kid, at least i knew i was innocent.