Lowborn

Cyclical, stuck inside a never ending rhyme But you're comfortable, just another decomposing alibis Sing yourself to sleep, count the days gone by But outside of your walls passes real life So here's a velvet covered brick, death comes to us all too

I've seen faces I may never see again I've been places I never could have dreamt I've touched hands with those who touched me Seen the marks, the skeleton keys I found peace in a foreign atonement I lost myself in tides of a moment But nothing compar

Locking eyes the waning glance, mistook chance Inviting meaning to the words forever Broken silence, defiance, misspoke turn Will I see you again if ever? Come on and leave me here, I'm a vagabond though Wandering the night alone Right now you're ove