If my eyes did ever see disappointment

Then this is it

The host’s blood was never thick

But by no means drained

This baron scene is offering me no aid

There’s no means to follow our dreams

The populace has been replaced by wax works

And I won’t lay dormant much longer

We take these glitches in our stride

So are we just ghosts on this rock now?

'cause my feet still mark the earth

The nights come

And go too fast

So many streets

Lead to closed doors

What a sin

To love music

We’re always getting closer

But still no where near