Into The Night - Sadistik

You’re no act of god

You’re just cannon-fodder

You wear that crown of thorns you made

Like a badge of honor

Cracked ribs from the hugs that you gave me

A sad grin from the love that you’d take

The mask fits so snug and so safely

When I can’t live with the sum of mistakes

Somehow, you turn silence to symphonies

Violence to riveting and moments to years

Or so it appears, when the lights of the city gleam

I can do anything

Noah’s Ark, save me from open-heart mania

Going dark slowly like Joan of Arcadia

Maybe the blowing star’s home is my savior

That I sing to through my pulled apart trachea

Fist-fight just to feel the touch

Alcohol doesn’t heal the cuts

Needle for the heroin, feel the rush

There’s no hero for this heroine

Just… Us