Author

Feel the future

Sift through your days

In your palace of wretched steel

See my absence as something good

Oh, grant your eyes a little rest

Turn your face towards your fortune

See my absence as something good

Author of scars

I see your hands upon my epitaph

Then you shift into a looking glass

A sky void of stars

Touch the concrete

Placed on my chest

And chain the songbirds to your argent dome

Confirm my fate as disposable

Oh, grant your eyes a little rest

Turn your face towards your fortune

And keep your promises negotiable

Author of scars

I see your hands upon my epitaph

Then you shift into a looking glass

A sky void of stars

It's shaking

My trembling howl

It's breaking

Overtaking

Author of scars

I see your hands upon my epitaph

Then you shift into a looking glass

A sky void of stars

Creator of flaws

I know you will be the last to laugh

Then you shift into a looking glass

A sky void of stars