Closure

Bury me in glass so you can see What you've done to me And prosper in your Disdainfulness, your arrogance Like running in circles You chase me around I could get used to the pain But I hate the sound you make It's not moving forward, it's a bad play Will you see your face And admit that your colors went away Fade away into your charring soul I peel off the dead skin And wash it away This is the last time I let you take it all Even if solitude is what I get I have to save my soul With a smile on my face I offer you my soul Take a piece of me Just to get me closer To the sun I hate the sound you make It's not moving forward, it's a bad play Will you see your face And admit that your colors went away Fade away into your charring soul I peel off the dead skin And wash it away Fade away into your charring soul I peel off the dead skin And wash it away This is the last time I let you take it all Even if solitude is what I get I have to save my soul