A tattered heart and a selfish boy will hold every second close
The day when the last call is up begins to sound closer
Signatures are for the self righteous
What did I create? I must be asleep
You move in tones
You talk in shapes
I must be asleep
Waving as I disappear
I'm better than this, and I' better than you
This is where you beg for my sorrow
We should not play the maker; we should hold our breath now
Signatures are for the self righteous
What did I create?
I wish this was easier!
I wish this was closer!
I've got nothing left; I'm so tired of all of you
I want to go back where we came from and stab this city
Maybe I'm just tired of a "perfect" world that we'll never have