Letras
The key is turning but the lock is already dead
Replacing every single lie that you ever said
I'm standing in the hallway where the shadows used to grow
Watching as the temperature begins to drop and go
You're talking in circles and you're talking in the dark
Waiting for the energy to find a single spark
The house is a museum of the things i used to fear
But the exit is the only thing that's finally looking clear
The glass is breaking and the glass is sharp
Cutting through the melody of the heavy silver harp
The silence is a weapon and the silence is a debt
The only kind of consequence that you haven't seen yet
I'm cutting all the anchors in the middle of the room
Turning every history into a heavy kind of doom
I am the definition of the short-circuit in the wire
Short-circuit in the wire
The connection is a poison and the connection is a ghost
Burning every single thing that mattered to you most
Standing in the center of the heavy metal fire
Heavy metal fire
Pack the expectations and pack the little pride
There isn't any version of a place for you to hide
I'm breathing in the freedom and i'm breathing in the cold
Ending every version of the story that was told
The progress is a journey that is steady and is true
Finding all the power in the version of the new
No more breath
No more ties
Look at the truth
End the lies
I'm cutting all the anchors in the middle of the room
Turning every history into a heavy kind of doom
I am the definition of the short-circuit in the wire
Short-circuit in the wire
The connection is a poison and the connection is a ghost
Burning every single thing that mattered to you most
Standing in the center of the heavy metal fire
Heavy metal fire
Done