Luminary

You could raise the dead

With those terribly troublesome eyes

Maybe you'll always be bad

Maybe you'll always be the same

Are you alone, locked inside

That prison in your head?

You walk through the crowd

Lost in the sound

Invisible to every passing eye

This waking life is not what it seems to be

No time to talk, no air to breathe

Reminisce the scent of a single flower

What butchers cleave, the wolves devour

But if you consume it you will surely die

When you're buried with your tenderness

You'll drag it to your solitary grave

Are you alone, locked inside

The prison of your mind?

You walk through the crowd

Lost in the sound

Invisible to every passing eye

Invisible to every passing eye