The morning bleeds a pallid grey I wear my flesh like borrowed clothes The architecture of the day Is just a cage where nothing grows I walk the streets of painted stone But every texture feels a lie A stranger in my very bone Beneath a disconnected sky I close my eyes to find my stars A velvet night, a silver sea I trace the lines of unseen scars This reality is rejecting me Am I a dream, am I a ghost? Haunting the world that holds me most? We are just shadows on the wall Waiting for another sky to fall. They speak in tongues of rust and wire I breathe the ash of their routine I carry such a cold desire For a kingdom they have never seen I look into the mirror's glass And see a phantom staring back Watching the empty seasons pass Painting the vibrant colors black I close my eyes to find my stars A velvet night, a silver sea I trace the lines of unseen scars This reality is rejecting me Am I a dream, am I a ghost? Haunting the world that holds me most? We are just shadows on the wall Waiting for another sky to fall. Torn between the earth and ether Neither living, dying neither I am the silence in the room A heavy flower in a tomb Am I a dream, am I a ghost? Haunting the world that holds me most? We are just shadows on the wall Waiting for another sky to fall. Echoes of elsewhere... Echoes of elsewhere... I am not here. I am not here. Take me to the velvet exile.
