The sickness I'm dying of my keepers have sent.
Certain salvation when nightlites burn holes through the pavement.
Someone's calling me I can't quite hear.
No sense of life the greatest of my fears.
Dead corpses dance beneath the summer ground.
Speak to me but don't make a sound.
No room to breathe in this bottomless hole.
Time stands still inside my aching soul.
The suns burning down on the corners of my mind.
And I'm still searching for what I cannot find.
And even though I run I have no where to hide.
These feelings for you, these feelings locked inside.
And I feel like someday my day will come.
And all these delusions will finally come undone.
The wilting flowers slowly die under the sun.
Feel it falling darkness has just begun.
Locked inside my sanctuary buried deep in my cacoon.
Wax raining down on me sealing me in my tomb.
I'm swelling with this emptiness and you're so far away.
My last minutes here and you can't even stay.
The suns burning down on the corners of my mind.
And I'm still searching for what I cannot find.
And even though I run I have no where to hide.
These feelings for you, these feelings locked inside.