Tekster: Light This City. The Hero Cycle. Next To Godliness.

You've wasted me
Nothing loves, nothing dreams.
Nothing bleeds inside of you
You've washed me away
Isn't it nice how it's all so clean when it was once so dirty?
I know the stains are still there, just hidden, and made up to look like every thing's so clear.
I don't want to be there when everything falls to pieces inside of me.
When it all breaks I will call your name