Mai falls like a star at a feather's pace
Into my heart with the dragon's weight
And police make siren sounds wind down my street
To take the breath from my lungs sweet
I tried so hard to cover up this taste
It's like a sinner's constant fall from grace
I changed my name, my voice, my face
I killed my name, my voice, my pace
And antibiotics on the sixteenth day of Mai

I lost my will
Forms a new fate
This reoccurring theme has killed my faith
It's drowning me in stereo and waste
And all my bridges burn together
And now my city lights are turning down this thin white line
I follow blind
You tried to help me but I have to drown
Acts of faith
The makeup on my sinner's face
I run so hard at absent pace
To cover up this bitter taste of waste