A Cipher In A Foreign Sky

I don't feel it

I don't feel it anymore

the city drowns it self

heard the sirens from the shore

I won't suffer this

I won't suffer this for you

fields of orchids burn

and left here standing, frozen through

Your star

Through the scars

Through the scars

I'll find your light again

Dreaming

it's cheap as apathy

the future atrophies

the more I dream

Still I crawl inside your grave

for those lost november days

Your star

through the scars

through the scars

I'll find your light again