Blackened mirrors laced with lies
pools of creeping ivy...

Fly away, my little sparrow,
I suppose you're truly free...

Ten slashes on a luminescent strip
white burning red into the darkness...

Color my mind green and yellow
like the daisies in the field...

Vertigo
rushing realities...

Cross my heart
Hope to die...

Can you read the popular soveirnty,
the clash between a heart and mind...

Oh, bittersweet goodbyes
never set into the glimmer of marble...

Blank stares to a marble wall
boring holes into the silence...

The tears run red,
cutting tracks down faces...

I wonder if you know,
know that your words still sting...

When did this clock start screaming?
When did these walls begin to bleed...