You say the vultures are calling for your last breath
And the rhythm of your heartbeat stopped for no more pain
You'll ask for death by name

Skin deep, solace in violence
Self-destructive catharsis
We fan the flames on yourselves
There's no warmth in burning just ashes

Try and clip your own wings before they can
Try and cope with a blood-soaked smile
There's no warmth in burning just ashes

We're in a car crash and painfully aware of the motion
Covered in stains that will never wash away
Just reaching out for a sense of peace in the rain

Like reaching hands that never
Like reaching hands that never connect
Like reaching hands
Like reaching hands that never connect

Like reaching hands that never connect
Like reaching hands that never connect