Gallows embody all my greed,
Tormented, a slave to the need,
To be among the murder of crows,
That flock to neon signs,
Pretend to feel as we go cold,
Wait for sorrow to unfold,
Crippled by the emptiness of life,
Polaroid's capture my crimes,
And everything that I'm not, is the fault of a world that's come undone,
You're to blame for the plagues that came,
And tore everything apart,
To claim the means, to sever the strings,
To the myths of love which we are bound,
Because rumors scream so much louder than I can,
Voices still die, and all our songs remain unsung,
Vilify my words in gospels and ghost stories,
I guess I'm bound to the only fate,
Two hands and twelve numbers could create,
I don't live to live for you,
Now I just don't know what to say,
When I stared into the abyss,
It didn't just stare back,
It dragged me towards it against my will,
Into a place I was never meant to,
Be there for you?
Like you were there for me?
You never told me it would pull us both under,
Now I need a miracle,
To extinguish all my flames,
Fire doesn't burn, it blackens,
Flesh and soul alike,
Gallows embody all my greed,
Tormented, a slave to the need,
To be among the murder of crows,
That flock to neon signs,
I'm afraid were out of time,
I'm afraid I've began to realise,
I never needed you to feel complete