A death shrouding cold encapsulates the lungs; each 
breath,
Without a warning, could be the last. When it reaches 
nearer 
will we stand as true in hollow convictions we thought 
we knew?
Give me peace. Give me direction. Play that chord for 
me one 
more time. Give me the strength to seek compassion. 
Play that 
chord for me one more time. Look to the sky and see 
millions of 
stars contrasting black, a humble whisper on an endless 
stage. False 
caresses and empty gazes some light shines out; through 
the haze you'll see. 
Connect the stars; they all come back to me. 
Desperation has now killed this hope 
with weary eyes and criticized the good and 
manufactured hate. With bloody 
fingertips I write this song. Guilty of all; I won't 
deny. Guilty of all; I won't 
deny. We've banked our lives in such a way to fill the 
void, the constant pain. 
We've loved and lost; we've played the game. I thought 
I knew the answers, then 
everything just changed. This cliché of glamour still 
lies within my mind. Nights 
walking alone through this dreary town, all beauty lost 
in the apathy of the 
eyes of the desperate and addicted, in this lost town 
of wandering souls