The Echoes

the rage is gone

the creatures feed themselves

taking bites of your skin

you’re warm inside

but it’s too late

you won’t let me in

is this my funeral march?

i’m saying it’s not

i’m having this bad dream

just one more sad night

and i’ll throw myself

into the prism’s beam

the echoes gorgeously shock me now

i’m afraid to whisper your name

coz the hanging garden drags me down

when the sun licks the skyline so low

my struggle’s gonna be the same

coz the hanging garden takes me down

it’s not a surprise

to see the ice in your eyes

flashbacks of the first day

they left you with nothing

anger grows in the fields

does someone have to pay?

you hear the sound of slaughter

it’s up to you and me

now we’re hypnotized by fear

you hear the sound of slaughter

it’s up to you and me

how to make this promise clear

the echoes gorgeously shock me now

i’m afraid to whisper your name

coz the hanging garden drags me down

when the sun licks the skyline so low

my struggle’s gonna be the same

coz the hanging garden takes me down

the whole world is in riot,

too much, too late, denied

there’s nothing to show

where to go, hard to know

the strobe makes you blind

the strobe makes you blind

why you crying?

no love, no hate

too little, too late

i’m stuck in hell

twisted, parallel

the strobe makes you blind

the strobe makes you blind

why you crying?

why you crying?

the echoes gorgeously shock me now

i’m afraid to whisper your name

coz the hanging garden drags me down

when the sun licks the skyline so low

my struggle’s gonna be the same

coz the hanging garden takes me down

coz the hanging garden takes me down