Texty: Her Bright Skies. A Sacrament; Ill City. Some Live Their Lives.

All hope dead, just one last touch
this nightmare finally came true
we're too young to be alone
as you sucked the life from this world

how about spending new years in a hospital bed
and just a single smile would take me miles away
put out the lights
there's nothing more to see
(emergency!)
we sit around for hours
(emergency!)
waiting impatiently

they say you're sleeping
that you'll be waking up soon
but it's all to clear to me
and this time I won't hold my breath
and I'm not holding my breath

you lie when you whisper
you whisper when you lie
liar

waiting and waiting
this is killing me too
I can see the fireworks
and I just want to tear them down