Into a photography Lyrics

This time the silence is for real
Drama makes it second hand
Warmed up spat out thrown away
Pathetic intend
All your aspects cut my heart

The violin has stopped to play
An "x" marks every memory
And dark clods hide the stars we are searching for

What is this breathing for when we inhale chloroform
Dripped onto the rose you smell

As I knee down I want to get away from here get away from here
I drop the knife the blood reflects the sun, reflects it all

The flames burn bubbles in photographs
When you're dead I'm dead that's the way it is
Sons and daughters get blurred by the tears on their cheeks
Lovers and loved write their names in the sand
But no ship will come no ship will ever come
Nothing will ever happen

This time the silence is for real
Drama makes it second hand
Warmed up, spat out thrown away
Pathetic intend
All your aspects cut my heart away

The violin has stopped to play
A "x" marks every memory
And dark clods hide the stars we were searching for

As I knee down
I want to get away from here get away from here.
I drop the knife
The blood reflects the sun reflects it all

From this hell I rise...