Lyric

Broken faces roam the streets

The sunset comes—it's cracked as well

Moths spin in the light of grief

Burning out in May's soft spell

The shards are shattered into dust

The dust now coats the silent town

The town's a tale, a ghost of rust—

A faded truth that's breaking down

The theater of twisted faces plays

No one dares to sleep these days

Their show, a fearsome masquerade—

Spring has passed, and light won't stay

But no one knows—it’s not their crime

The night’s not theirs to own or hide

The dawn avoids their hollow eyes

Their life is just a play, in time

*(But no one knows) No one knows this cursed design

*(The night’s not theirs) The night is not their crime

*(The dawn won’t come) The dawn just won’t arrive

(Their life is just) Their life’s a stage and lie

Colorless lives in monochrome shades

Even death has lost its hue

No wonder sleeps behind their gaze—

The world’s just netted, caged, untrue