There's no cure for these daily headaches that I endure
My patience stretched, iridescent and blue
Fighting a war against myself in a shallow market
Sleeping outside of dreams
Has me walking in circles
Leaves me dying by degrees
Less than sum of these parts in a shallow market
The mind burns black, an internal inferno
The walls of this prison lined with silver and gold
Shadows of doubt grow deeper in a shallow market
Sleeping outside of dreams
Has me walking in circles
Leaves me dying by degrees
Time is an unwilling mistress in--
I've grown tired and loathsome on this side of the crown
A lifetime unfulfilled and martyring myself
I still feel empty in a shallow market
Staring through windows at blinking lights
They won't warm my skin, the cold still creeps in
Put up these walls around myself
Burned by their voyeured safety
Anchored by dead ends