Author 歌词

Feel the future Sift through your days In your palace of wretched steel See my absence as something good Oh, grant your eyes a little rest Turn your face towards your fortune See my absence as something good Author of scars I see your hands upon my epitaph Then you shift into a looking glass A sky void of stars Touch the concrete Placed on my chest And chain the songbirds to your argent dome Confirm my fate as disposable Oh, grant your eyes a little rest Turn your face towards your fortune And keep your promises negotiable Author of scars I see your hands upon my epitaph Then you shift into a looking glass A sky void of stars It's shaking My trembling howl It's breaking Overtaking Author of scars I see your hands upon my epitaph Then you shift into a looking glass A sky void of stars Creator of flaws I know you will be the last to laugh Then you shift into a looking glass A sky void of stars