Chloroform - Sycamour

I’ve poured my soul into this dream of mine

Kindred we are alive

Angels lend me thy wings

So I can take flight

This is my release

This is everything I believe in

I won’t be broken down

Tears collect in a sea of lost dreams

I still can’t believe that I know anything

I descend into pleas of reprieve

And I can’t turn around

Nothing is sacred and nothing’s unheard of

In a scene where thieves breed in murder

We’ll burn this complex to the ground

We’ll burn this complex to the ground

You can’t breathe inside my mind

There is no air

It’s not that I don’t trust you

I just know that you’re better than that

You can’t breathe inside my mind

There is no air

It’s not that I don’t trust you

Not that I don’t trust you

We’ve gotta make up our minds

Because we’re running out of time

We’re running out of time

Do you not know that we will judge angels?

Do you not know that saints will judge the world?

Do you not know that we will judge angels?

Do you not know that saints will judge the world?

Tears collect in a sea of lost dreams

I still can’t believe that I know anything

I descend into pleas of reprieve

And I can’t turn around

Nothing is sacred and nothing’s unheard of

In a scene where thieves breed in murder

We’ll burn this complex to the ground

We’ll burn this complex to the ground

Show me something

Show me something real

Show me something

Show me anything

Show me something

Show me something real

Show me something

Show me anything real

Show me anything real

Show me anything real

Show me something

Show me something

Show me something

This entropy is steeply seeping into me

And anything resembling empathy is lost to infamy

And I am sickened, watching men kill children

Feeding on the lesser weakened fragments

This broken humanity is sin