The Siren's Song

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
Does she realise what she's become?

But she's not waking
And She's still failing
But she's not waking
She's still failing.

Follow the siren's 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 siren's song
To face this empty cycle
Searching the darkest night
Searching the silence.

Follow the siren's song
To face this empty cycle
Searching the darkest night
Searching the silence.

Dead by first light
They can't wipe the blood from her eyes
Dead by first light
They can't wipe the blood from her eyes.

Dead by
Dead by first light
Dead by
Dead by first light.