Dead Agenda — Her Bright Skies

we brought upon this dead agenda now we stole the chapter with spotless conscience turn back time recall a better life

beneath the sky another season passed us quick enough to go unnoticed yet the pitch black sinks in deep as promises shatter in our hands and breathing is of greater importance

we turned out just fine, didn't we?

if not, then tell me what I am tell me I'm not the monster in the office building

show me where my heart is one last time and I'll keep the memory inside me somewhere

where it's safe from the sulphur rain leached from the fires we watch every night on the TV screen but never get burned from

make it burn (through the cables) make it burn (follow the telephone lines) make it burn