Day Of Contempt The Ghost Of Tragedy
I know these city streets
and still they try to haunt me.
I still hear the echos calling.
..but since I've been away.
Those streets have faded gray.
I still hear the echos calling me.
Pulling forgotten heartstrings, I can't feel.
I can't feel.
Burnt bridges aren't for crossing, they don't heal.
..waiting to see the ghost of tragedy.
..waiting to feel, they just don't let me sleep.
You feel it in the air.
Good morning, your nightmare.
Waiting eternally is just how it seems to be.
Something inside you is dying.
For what's in front of me, well..they'll just never see.
Something inside you is dying.
Your eyes scream.
They scream words you'll never speak.
Your eyes scream as they plead and still I wait for you.
I always have been and always will.
I will never sleep.
