"Bled Across The Wire" - The Hope Conspiracy.
Burned the years into ashen whispers.
This acrid smoke chokes my lungs.
So careless with friends we’re given.
So quick to reject forgiveness.
Suffering to claim back time.
And to think, I believed in this.
Burning the years into ashen whispers.
Loving. Crying. Dying.
We play our parts.
Words. Days. Blood and tears.
Shed upon the rooftops of this city.
Time and time again until we’re gone.
Until it’s over.
Portraits scars and memories.
Keepsakes of what used to be.
My love bled across this infinite wire.
And what it meant?
I wish you knew.
Bonds grow cold and time flies by.
Love and energy. It’s been wasted.
Does this mean anything to you?
Are you still confused?
All we do is build a wall between us.