SHURA

I've seen the same face in a thousand shapes

So many blades left in my spine, what's one more to the nape?

(Disdain)

Still feel the pain of the fracture

A bandage to the wound is something I'm yet to capture

There's only bones in the shape of me

Nothing but a shell and nothing more you can take from me

What's the point in looking back on the memories?

South of Heaven, only surrounded by my enemies

Everything I am

In spite of you

I know I'm not perfect and far from it

But nothing could convince me that I'm below you

Nothing like you, no

Maybe happiness isn't for me

Maybe happiness isn't for me

Maybe happiness isn't for me

Maybe happiness isn't for me

Fuck

Your heart beats still in your chest

Your own crow left to pick the pieces that are left

Your heart beats still in your chest

Your own crow left to pick the pieces that are left

I've seen the same face in a thousand shapes

So many blades left in my spine, what's one more to the nape?

(Disdain)

Still feel the pain of the fracture

A bandage to the wound is something I'm yet to capture

There's only bones in the shape of me

Nothing but a shell and nothing more you can take from me

What's the point in looking back on the memories?

South of Heaven, only surrounded by my enemies