I stuck a knife in you
Just to see whats true
Wrapped in ethereal haze
Can’t we get back to those days?
Shuffling through azure fields
What I say is all steal
Looking at the layered sky
Moments before you wave and cry
Lying to change the tune
The modern era is a tomb
Rasping out words that bite
Will you use your second sight?
Blazing down the empty road
Screaming for light to erode
You are the demon of the shade
Waiting for your cavalcade
Only fog will hold you back
The knife I needed to engage the trap
But still you refuse to heed
Why do we continue this feed?
We should both just walk away
I am you and you are me
Opposites that are the same
Death and hate wrapped in chain
Simon A Jackson - Writer 