The Sirens' Song

Virtue is lost
Beyond this sleek veneer, beneath the neon existence
Her face is grey and everything she longs for turns to black
The chemicals bring little vindication and white lines lace every vein
Does she realize what she has become?
But she's not waking and she's still failing
But she's not waking and she's still failing

Follow the sirens' song to face this empty cycle
Searching the darkest nights
Searching the silence

And does it make you sick?
Can you hear me?
Is she conscious?
Does it make you feel beautiful?
Bloodshed under the streetlights
Does it make you sick?
Oh, god, we've got a bleeder here
Does it make you beautiful?
Heartbreak under the streetlight
She's lost again

Adrenaline strains corrupted arteries
Virtue is lost
Beyond this sleek veneer, beneath the neon existence
Her face is grey and everything she longs for is pulling away

Follow the sirens' song to face this empty cycle
Searching the darkest nights
Searching the silence

Dead by first light
They can't wipe the blood from her eyes
Dead by first light