Blackout

Here

We've come to the end of our winding road

No one knows

The reasons my eyes had til now been closed

Still you constantly, openly, stripped of me my deepest love

Built on promises you never kept. So just stay gone

There you are. Broken. Fake it

One more time. Woman. Faithless

Spinning around as they pull you down, the fun cries out

And kissing the queen is the favorite game of the hungry clowns

Then

You wake in a room that you've never seen

And your clothes

That once matched your crown

Are somehow missing

Then you reach for your phone

To call someone, but there's no one home

No one home, ever more, so far gone

There you are. Broken. Fake it

One more time. Woman. Faithless

Spinning around as they pull you down, the fun cries out

And kissing the queen is the favorite game of the hungry clowns

The mind of a child thru another's eyes as the drinks go down

All alone, on your throne till the next blackout

Live this lie

All that I see is you running away

Cry this Lie

Into each bottle you pray for escape

Die this lie

Open your eyes

Spinning around as they pull you down, the fun cries out

And kissing the queen is the favorite game of the hungry clowns

The mind of a child thru another's eyes as the drinks go down

All alone, on your throne till the next blackout