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.

Go.

Follow the siren's song,
To face this empty cycle.
Searching the darkest nights
Searching the silence