It's not uncommon in a room like this
For the walls to be telling fortunes to their guests
Shadow profiles surround you in a circle
They are speaking to the ceiling of your name
Would you believe me if i told you my stories
Or would you leave me
In that room again?
ONCE I SIGNED AWAY, I ONCE GAVE OUT
YOU BLEW MY LIFELINE, THROUGH A HAND HELD TO YOUR MOUTH
THROUGH A HAND HELD TO YOUR MOUTH
MY WILL, MY WILL
WAS STILL, SO STILL