If I bow my head down in defeat
Would you ever honor me?
I thank my lucky stars for how far I've come
In a scarcity of miracles I lost everyone
It was f*cking tragic
When I lost all my magic
It turned into static
Locked away in the attic
It was f*cking tragic
When I lost all my magic
It turned into static
Locked away in the attic
Kinship of mine is silence
In the crimson reservoir I saw the connections I tore in the saddest kind of self protection
But it was only projection
I thought at the time that I should keep my mouth shut
But it got me nowhere carrying this burden for what?
The solutions were so simple but I never thought
That my panacea was worth a shot