Your dreams will fade  and self loathing comes
The age-old curse of the clinically numb
Turned on bright lights  a wax wing demise
In cut glass bowls you find endless desire
I don't mind[00:57.34
Victims of a social suicide
Strangers call my name through the night
Victims of a social suicide
Through white homes and far away signs
Burns a wind like fire in God's own eyes
Sunlight climbs  through holes of black light
A day in my life and you can see through time
die
Strangers call my name through the night
Victims of a social suicide
Strangers call my name through the night
Victims of a social suicide
Call me  into the night they call me
Call me  into the night
Call me  into the night they call me
Call me  into the night