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, so 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