the rage is gone the creatures feed themselves taking bites of your skin you’re warm inside but it’s too late you won’t let me in is this my funeral march? i’m saying it’s not i’m having this bad dream just one more sad night and i’ll throw myself into the prism’s beam the echoes gorgeously shock me now i’m afraid to whisper your name coz the hanging garden drags me down when the sun licks the skyline so low my struggle’s gonna be the same coz the hanging garden takes me down it’s not a surprise to see the ice in your eyes flashbacks of the first day they left you with nothing anger grows in the fields does someone have to pay? you hear the sound of slaughter it’s up to you and me now we’re hypnotized by fear you hear the sound of slaughter it’s up to you and me how to make this promise clear the echoes gorgeously shock me now i’m afraid to whisper your name coz the hanging garden drags me down when the sun licks the skyline so low my struggle’s gonna be the same coz the hanging garden takes me down the whole world is in riot, too much, too late, denied there’s nothing to show where to go, hard to know the strobe makes you blind the strobe makes you blind why you crying? no love, no hate too little, too late i’m stuck in hell twisted, parallel the strobe makes you blind the strobe makes you blind why you crying? why you crying? the echoes gorgeously shock me now i’m afraid to whisper your name coz the hanging garden drags me down when the sun licks the skyline so low my struggle’s gonna be the same coz the hanging garden takes me down coz the hanging garden takes me down