Hallucination - Syless

Cold is the wind of my last words, Blown from the lips of a runaway Trite is the weight of a farewell' I've fallen through the looking glass again I'm far from,

I've been wandering 我一直在流浪 I've been wandering like a vagrant thief 像个漂泊的盗贼般游荡 Tired of searching 厌倦了寻觅 Tired of searching for a place to s

Nearing one in the morning nearing one 凌晨一点将近 夜色渐深 The streetlights were smoking 街灯烟雾缭绕 The streetlights were smoking like a gun 街灯吞吐着枪火

Oh the question sounds Echoes from an empty crown All this time my light was out But you're too bright to be concealed Oh my wooden bones Wrapped in this house