If you spoke now what would you say?
Through crowded rooms and blurred eyes,
Can you find the words to play,
The game that always led you astray?
When the darkness clouds your sight,
And you don't want to think about anything at all,
Will you see it through the night,
Can you find your way to light?
The air its damaged with cyanide,
You know the truth where nothings fair,
The room in which you used to hide,
You find there's nothing left inside,
The poisoned arrows take their shots,
The empty hearts they play their part,
And bloody organs beat in broken pots,
With vicious rumours and fallen plots.
You're thrown back and left to roam,
The shattered world you used to know,
From your mouth a venomous foam,
Your breath glitters with a brief, cold chrome.
Is there any healing here?
Where can you hide and speak and fight?
You're drowning beneath him oozing in fear,
And from you eye strolls a cocky tear.
Begging for forgiveness and comfort at best,
Your eyes they hold something no one understands,
There's only one who can destroy the rest,
And nothing like that will make a simple conquest.
