Virtue is lost

Beyond this sleek veneer
Beneath the neon existence
Her face is grey
And everything she longs for turns to black
The chemicals bring little vindication
And white lines lace every vein
Does she realise what she has become?

But she's not waking
And she's still failing
But she's not waking
She's still failing

Follow the siren's song
To face this empty cycle
Searching the darkest nights
Searching the silence

And does it make you sick?
"Can you hear me? Is she conscious?"
Does it make you feel beautiful?
Bloodshed under the streetlight

And does it make you sick?
"Oh God! We've got a bleeder here."
Does it make you beautiful?
Heartbreak under the streetlight

She's lost again

Adrenalin strains corrupted arteries

Virtue is lost

Beyond this sleek veneer
Beneath the neon exsistence
Her face is grey
And everything she longs for is pulling away

Follow the siren's song
To face this empty cycle
Searching the darkest night
Searching the silence

Follow the siren's song
To face this empty cycle
Searching the darkest night
Searching the silence

Dead by first light
They can't wipe the blood from her eyes
Dead by first light
They can't wipe the blood from her eyes

Dead by
Dead by first light
Dead by
Dead by first light