Want is artless
Loss has handed me the sky
You choked on all your manufactured lies
My dream unchained
You realize
Our love is war
But it can conquer death itself
She whispers repent
And I become the grave
Rabid tendencies have left the sparrows on thier own
Rabid tendencies have left the sparrows on thier own
I bless the open wound
And her voice lights up my sky
Faced with fear what will you pray
When it's your turn to die?
She called it Starscream's Symphony
