Στοίχοι: Dead Letter Office. Complications. Bedsores.

They broke your body,
While you were sleeping.
And with poisoned fingers,
They tied you to the sheets.

Sleep does nothing for you.
It just makes you older

Born again under the wires,
single file...one at a time.
We look different, that's just the way we are.
Like a moth sharing your light,
I read your books,
Studied your crimes.
We're not perfect. that's just the way we're born.

You're sure that you cannot fight your soul!

They took the light out of your eyes. And I just can't keep up anymore