Zenith - Every Stranger Looks Like You

Gauge my eyes and cut my tongue in two

So I could see and talk like you

I wonder if I miss being me

When I’m asleep

I wonder if there is a light that can’t be seen

Could a life of love be enough

For both of us

And they keep telling me

It will all be fine in the end

That a life of pain is one well spent

Then they just embalm me in empathy

So crush my arms

Break my legs

I’ll suffer some more

Practice makes perfect

And in the end you won’t even recognise what I’ve become

At least we’ll both die under the same sun

Freedom is a prison Comfortable yet full of inhibitions

Silver hair and one last breath

«The purpose of life is a silent death»

We’re all bastard children of a dying sun

Nothing matters to me

In the end we al burn