Hope Conspiracy. Bled Across The Wire. Zeneszám

burned the years into ashen whispers this acrid smoke chokes my lungs - so careless with friends we're given - so quick to reject forgiveness suffering to claim back time - and to think i believed in this burning the years into ashen whispers - loving - crying - dying - we play our parts - words days' blood and tears shed upon the rooftops of this city time and time again until we're gone - until it's over - portraits scars and memories - keepsakes of what used to be my love bled across this infinite wire - and what it meant - i wish you knew - bonds grow cold and time flies by - love and energy - it's been wasted - does this mean anything to you? - are you still confused? - all we do is build a wall between us