The Vigilante Of Clockwork

Merchant's Plains

Bought to be sold,

One life, every day as a chance,

One heart, every promise as a whisper's dance.

Written for a faith,

A reason to steal from the clock,

Your name signed away,

A scar as a cost.

Your head's filling up fast,

With the wicked games,

All the smiles you sold,

The writing up in flames.

In all the chaos,

Your stuck in the silence that your style's bought,

Watching from the shadows,

The source of the quiet lyrics the current's caught.

Buy and sell,

One life, one heart,

Playing the Merchant's way,

Giving into his arms hoping it'll be okay.

-Victoria xX