a scream to the wind
talk travelling
down the vine
when your talk is cheap and your leaving me tonight

created by the void
flashlights for wounds
someone screaming
prepare for the worst

in corners we scratch at city lines
so show me to the hypocrites

so we'll watch you
talk your way
out of this
when i see you watching
everybody else

created by the void
flashlights for wounds
someone screaming
prepare for the worst

in corners we scratch at city lines
we
scratch

so show me to the hypocrites
we give them mirrors as parting gifts