Sirens - Pitchblend

I have nowhere to run

The lines of unreason have been drawn

I’m fast to recoil from your tongue

When silence is broken

It will be around whatever

Touché, we’re tired and weathered

It will be around whatever

The notion of sadness becomes none

When sirens are singing

It will be around whatever

Touché, we’re tired and weathered

It will be around whatever

So save your prayers for never

It will be around whatever

Touché, we’re tired and weathered

It will be around whatever

So save your prayers for never