Poison in the well
Powdered Arkham masks hide
Spotlight scars
Rotten medicine
Fails to erase haunted telegrams
We still see
We still see red lines
(Prisoners to rotting, broken shame)
We still see
We still see dead eyes
(Losing our own game again)
Drowning false hell rain
Wing infections shedding like the plague
Intravenous years
Aging underneath a plasma sky
We still see
We still see red lines
(Prisoners to rotting, broken shame)
We still see
We still see dead eyes
(Losing our own game again)