Woorden: Dead Poetic. Sinless City.

Never been much for pity
Never been much for shame
But I can't help but sever the ties
They tie so well
On one side they're holding on to what we were
And here we are, holding the hands of the severed
And we both let go.

The fire burns like cancer
The scarring lasts forever
We all play tricks for fools
Who see us as their sinless answer

Over and over again..
And over and over and over and over..