Besieged - Guttersnipe

The absence of your aspiration finds my blighted situation
bleeding, grieving, self-reproaching,
Through narrow bars, a hand outreaching.
The absence of your aspiration finds my blighted situation
bleeding, grieving, self-reproaching,
Through narrow bars, a hand outreaching.
A brilliant flame
at the witching hour.
A familiar name,
wooden visage,
cadaverous gaze.
Abandoned guttersnipe?
A brilliant flame
at the witching hour.
A familiar name,
wooden visage,
cadaverous gaze.
Abandoned guttersnipe?
Expose the vile,
exhume the pased,
an unmediatated affidavit.
This is your call,
will you bring me along?
This is your call,
(This is your call)
will you bring me along?
(will you bring me along?)
Turning your back to the fear in my eye,
(we're going nowhere.)
This is your call,
(This is your call)
will you bring me along?
(will you bring me along?) Turning your back to the fear in my eye,
(we're going nowhere.)
One heartfelt converstation brought me liberation and release from
bleeding, grieving, self-reproaching.
Bemusic cage, a lock now broken.
One heartfelt converstation brought me liberation and release from
bleeding, grieving, self-reproaching.
Bemusic cage, a lock now broken.
A brilliant flame
at the witching hour.
A familiar name,
wooden visage,
cadaverous gaze.
Abandoned guttersnipe?
A brilliant flame
at the witching hour.
A familiar name,
wooden visage,
cadaverous gaze.
Abandoned guttersnipe?
This is your call,
(This is your call)
will you bring me along?
(will you bring me along?)
Turning your back to the fear in my eye,
(we're going nowhere.)
This is your call,
(This is your call)
will you bring me along?
(will you bring me along?)
Turning your back to the fear in my eye,
(we're going nowhere.)