Texty: Finch. What It Is To Burn. Perfection Through Silence.

Alone at last
together in a photograph.
Our eyes are always open
devoted to perfection through silence.
What am I supposed to do?
Should I sit wait for you?
Listen to me screaming more.
This story is old
only to those that have no mold.
The truth can be bought or sold.
But what are we buying?
Nothing but silence.
What am I supposed to do?
Should I sit wait for you?
Listen to me screaming more.
Fold the corners,break the silence,
fold the corners just for tonight...
What am I supposed to do?
Should I sit wait for you?
Listen to me screaming more