You can say that I've been feeling colder lately
Haven't felt a hand on my shoulder lately
Eyes adjusted to the dark, no need to fear
Adding more logs to the burning pyre
Crossing off names, list keeps climbing higher
Shadows encompass the room they're too sincere
And when I'm stuck in silence
I start to get a bit of repentance
Cause I-
Ain't dying any time soon
Cross my heart I hope to die
In a hundred years or so
Cause I-
Got more work to do
Don't matter how much the wings hurts
Force a metamorphosis
Couldn't care about being a second thought now
Can't even trust the close ones they'll leave you forgotten
Soul is not yet scarred but getting rotten
Go appease the masses by giving your voice out
Rip apart your flesh and use your body to hand out
Ignore those loved ones who give you shame and doubt
And when I'm stuck in silence
I start to get a bit of repentance
Ain't dying any time soon
Cross my heart I hope to die
In a hundred years or so
Got more work to do
Don't matter how much the wings hurts
Force a metamorphosis