Degrees Centigrade

Stained and distorted, it’s my twisted self
From the flowing gaps, the blurred vision fades away again

With broken wings, I take flight
With a heart that’s barely holding on, again and again

I’ve thrown everything away, and now there’s no one here
I want you to know if I was born for you or not
Entity now

In the palm of my lost hand, I hold tight
With a heart that’s barely holding on, again and again

In the nights that seem to drive me mad with all the pain I’ve caused
It feels like the moonlight is revealing my weakness

With broken wings, I take flight
With a heart that’s barely holding on, again and again