I wake to another cold day
crimson skies have to turned to grey
As morning shed I pray to stay
and not forsake my life astray

I wake again to an empty home
walls screaming yet Im alone
dead dial tone on the phone
death upon my countenance grown

I wake again to live these lies
and claw my way into my disguise
But in the end we lose our cries
as our souls bleed and willfully die

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