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