Accidentagram - The Observatory

Roam

The lunatic’s way

Benumbed by true reason

Roam the city half-dead

Head full of empty

Is what I’ve become

Jupiter God measures my pain

Runs through my veins is the blood of a human animal

Run

For what I’ve become bows to no caesar

And it’s no accident

Oceans of people part when I show

Material god belittles my pain

Shame in the face of remorse

They are tired manacles

Shame in the face of remorse

They are tired manacles

Shame in the face of remorse

They are tired manacles

Shame in the face of remorse

They are tired manacles