Our Bleeding - WINGS IN MOTION

The shape of you breaking down

The shape of me touching ground

The shape of our effort to control

This is what you offer back

This is what you always lack

This is why you always need some more

Our lie

Bleed, inside this dream I’m falling

I let my senses, rule over

And watch her guide me through

Protest to your denial

Is what is left of you

Led down to what you stand for

Is what is left

Don’t say I got it all wrong

Is what is left of you

Search these wishes all alone

There’s nothing left of you

Bleed, inside this dream I’m falling

I let my senses, rule over

And watch her guide me through

These lights cut me through

Now what is left of me?

This feace feels so abused

Now what is left of me?

I know I got it all wrong

Now what is left of me?

These ashes now my only home

That’s is left of me