Saturday, February 13, 2010

Walls (Delirium Pt2)

The walls are staring back at me
All the things I used to be
In this moment of unrest I lie,
Cold sweat, and I detest this sleepless night

(1, 2, 3, 4)
So rich, so true
So dead, so you

(1, 2, 3, 4)
Don't let them hear you breathe
Don't let them hear you

Wearing conscience as a second skin
Displaying all that lies within
In nothing more than a whisper
I say something, yet nothing

(1, 2, 3, 4)
So rich, so true
So dead, so you

(1, 2, 3, 4)
Don't let them hear you breathe
Don't let them hear you