Novelists Fr Stranger Self
I've become a shadow amongst the shadows of your conscience
Another f..cking blood stain on these walls
Oh I've been lost for too long within this garden of concrete
Into this hell that your eyes have always been reflecting
You stand alone amongst the statues of these corridors
You're dwelling with a phantom between hell and home
Oh I'm no one to you
A stranger that calls for the rain
I held on for nothing
You don't seem to see me
You don't even speak to me anymore
Still thinking about just leaving and walking straight out the f..cking door
A stranger, figment imaginated
Detail in haze, a ghost without the face and..
What, you ain't got no time for me now to be around
Love you from a distance the second I left
You see me now
Check, is that it
Mad, it's aristocratic
Glass inhabits
For the feeling it missed I'm shattered
F..ck it our frequency never matched
I never felt so attached
In a black dormant heart I will react
And I ain't got no time for you to feel
Time for you to heal
Time for you to see me through
This could be us but I know it's just you
This could be us but I know it's just you
Now you would trade your soul
For a f..cking day out of your skin
To get away from this house
Where you have to face what you look like
You hate yourself
'Cause you're a passerby in the life of your loved ones
Aren't you sick to act like you're fine?
Oh I'm no one to you
A stranger that calls for the rain
I held on for nothing
You don't seem to see me