Hereditary lack of sentiment
Solitude runs in the blood
As i sit in an empty playground
Watch my thoughts drown in the mud
If i tear open my feelings
Like graffiti on the wall
If i severed both my wings
Could you stand by and watch me fall?
And these questions have no answers
And these feelings have no pulse
These words i speak are fractured
The smile you see me wear is false
And if i wake up from this nightmare
And no longer see your face
My blackened heart falls victim to
The plague of the human race