hiding behind superstitions
gets me nowhere
i know what it's like
to have clipped wings
i can't even fly anymore
the past has fallen with my hair to the ground
and i'm left dizzy spiked with black and raw
staring into the eyes of a dog
that looks back through glass and emptiness
my problems lie
in my obsession
there are no stars
only everything
there are no stars
only images
there are no stars
only images
there are no stars
only images
there are no stars only images
there are no stars
only images
there are no stars
the images
there are no scars
we go together
