Mai falls like a star at a feather's pace into my heart
with the dragon's weight and police make siren sounds wind down my street to take
the breath from my lungs sweet
i tried so hard to cover up this taste, it's like a sinner's constant fall from grace
i changed my name, my voice, my face
i killed my name, my voice, my pace and antibiotics on the sixteenth day of mai
i lost my will
forms a new fate this reoccurring theme has killed my faith
it's drowning me in stereo and waste and all my bridges burn together
and now my city lights are turning down this thin white line
i follow blind, you tried to help me but i have to drown
acts of faith the makeup on my sinner's face
i run so hard at absent pace to cover up this bitter taste of waste