ʂɛƈօռɖ ɮɨʀȶɦ

[Verse 1] ​The attic dust remembers every word A silence sharper than the truth I heard. I walk the halls where shadows used to pray And measure distance to a broken day. I keep the map of wounds I cannot close A faded blueprint only my soul knows. ​I wear the varnish of a former life A rusted saint surrendered to the knife. And I am searching... Still I am searching... ​[Chorus] ​I am the witness to the closing door, A ghost that haunts the things I live no more. I climb the ceiling, praying for a flight, To trade this holy darkness for the light. But every answer tastes like bitter earth, A lonely hunger in a second birth. ​[Verse 2] ​The mirror tells a lie I want to keep: A man who’s strong enough to fall asleep. I trace the rivers running through the stone The cold geometry of being alone. I saw the future standing by the shore, It held a shell that echoed "Nevermore." ​I wear the burden of the endless sky An empty promise whispered as I die. And I am searching... Still I am searching... [Chorus] ​I am the witness to the closing door, A ghost that haunts the things I live no more. I climb the ceiling, praying for a flight, To trade this holy darkness for the light. But every answer tastes like bitter earth, A lonely hunger in a second birth. [Verse 3] ​Tell me, Saint: When all the lights have failed, Is there a memory that won't be nailed? To this old wreckage, where the spirit waits... Behind these unforgiving, locked iron gates. Just let the quiet win. [Chorus] ​I am the witness to the closing door, A ghost that haunts the things I live no more. I climb the ceiling, praying for a flight, To trade this holy darkness for the light. But every answer tastes like bitter earth, A lonely hunger in a second birth. ​Second birth..