Shattered - I:Scintilla

Little holes show how hollow you have become

Fighter you’ve been down so low for far too long

This city now offers only nightmares to you

You are too sick of being so strong

Feet dangling in the open grave

Everyone else was always to blame

Present yourself like flower to the bee

Walking on, waking up losing dreams

You burn everything up to distinguish your spark

You’re killing your little star so they can’t find you in the dark

Breaking raw ambitions, open your palm over the flames

You say it’s different this time

Yet this plan leads to the same

Stagnant air, time moves on and no you have not

Hope hovers overhead like city lights

In contrast reality seems aphotic

Too bleak too empty too grim in the night

Glass they pay to shatter cuts to the bone

You laugh it away with your veins exposed

Present yourself like flower to the bee

Walking on, waking up losing dreams

Peeling layers back, confirming fears

Tearing through hearts, screaming in their ears

Present yourself like flower to the bee

Walking on, waking up losing dreams