Drowning in an empty room
Evil zephyr grating lungs of two.
Meals prepared are thoughts torturous
The brain's getting full than a stomach can do
No phone calls, just silence alone
Icarus' wings fell on their own
As he stared at the beaute sun's bone
Someone's stuck in Room Abbadon.
Acoustic guitar sighing at the mirror's front
Notes saved, crumpled were the most
Emotions messed up
Words got lost.
Bombs, knots, waiting bloods, and knives
Sun will never appear again at the window's side
As there are houses stacked up contrarily so fine
Oh darlin', so many times, it nearly ended one's life.
