Pressed against the cold
Connection amiss
Followed by the constant ringing
Echoes of dread
But times moves on
Past excuses
Curdled emotions
Hold no weight
As the sun recedes
So does control
Temptation
It bleeds
No looking back
What remains dwindles
Left with a fraction
Of moments bliss
Returning
A false sense of completion
The urges resides
Pulling the strings
As the sun recedes
So does control
Temptation
It bleeds
Stealing from the past
Only feeds the lie
Tomorrow midnight
The scars proceed
Tomorrow midnight
The scars proceed
Tomorrow midnight
Collapsing forth
Tomorrow midnight
The scars proceed
Tomorrow midnight
