Virtue is lost

Beyond this sleek veneer

Beneath the neon existence

Her face is grey

And everything she longs for turns to black

The chemicals bring little vindication

And white lines lace every vein

Does she realise what she's become?

But she's not waking

And She's still failing

But she's not waking

She's still failing

Follow the siren's song,

To face this empty cycle.

Searching the darkest nights

Searching the silence

And does it make you sick?

"Can you hear me, Is She Conscious?"

Does it make you feel beautiful?

Bloodshed under the streetlight.

And does it make you sick?

"Oh God! We've got a bleeder here."

Does it make you beautiful?

Heartbreak under the streetlight.

She's lost again.

Adrenalin Strains Corrupted Arteries

Virtue is lost

Beyond this sleek veneer

Beneath the neon existence

Her face is grey

And everything she longs for is pulling away

Follow the siren's song

To face this empty cycle.

Searching the darkest night

Searching the silence.

Follow the siren's song,

To face this empty cycle.

Searching the darkest night,

Searching the silence.

Dead by first light,

They can't wipe the blood from her eyes.

Dead by first light,

They can't wipe the blood from her eyes.

Dead by,

Dead by first light.

Dead by,

Dead by first light.