Virtue is lost
Beyond this sleek veneer
Beneath the neon existence
Her face is grey, and everything she longs for turns to black
The chemicals bring little vindication and white lines lace every vein,
But she’s not waking and she’s still failing
But she’s not waking
She’s still failing
Follow the sirens’ song to face this empty cycle
Searching the darkest nights
Searching the silence
And does it make you sick?
“Can you hear me, is she conscious?”
Does it make you feel beautiful?
Bloodshed under the streetlight
And does it make you sick?
“Oh god we’ve got a bleeder here”
Does it make you beautiful?
Heartbreak under the streetlight
She’s lost again
Adrenalin strains corrupted arteries
Virtue is lost
Beyond this sleek veneer
Beneath the neon existence
Her face is grey, and everything she longs for is pulling away
Follow the Sirens’ song to face this empty cycle
Searching the darkest nights
Searching the silence
Dead by first light
They can’t wipe the blood from her eyes
Dead by first light
