SHURA

I’ve seen the same face
In a thousand shapes
So many blades left in my spine
What’s one more to the nape?

(Disdain)
Still feel the pain of the fracture
A bandage to the wound is something
I'm yet to capture
There’s only bones in the shape of me

Nothing but a shell
And nothing more you can take from me
What’s the point in looking back on the memories?
South of heaven

Only surrounded by my enemies
Everything I am
In spite of you
I know I'm not perfect
And far from it

But nothing could convince me
That I'm below you
Nothing like you

No

Maybe happiness isnt for me
Your heart beats still in your chest
Your own crow left to pick the pieces
That are left
Your heart beats still in your chest

Your own crow left to pick the pieces
That are left
I’ve seen the same face
In a thousand shapes
So many blades left in my spine

What’s one more to the nape?
(Disdain)
Still feel the pain of the fracture
A bandage to the wound is something
I'm yet to capture

There’s only bones in the shape of me
Nothing but a shell
And nothing more you can take from me
What’s the point in looking back on the memories?

South of heaven
Only surrounded by my enemies