Story Behind the Song
This song was written one night while I sat alone In fear at home In a big house, and was waiting for someone to come home. Someone very special to me at the time, someone that I was obsessed with.
Lyrics
Perception waited in the dark with all fingers crossed, and a blank look upon his face, and he says, I'll caught between old this and that, and the dust of the dead, so instead i implore you, look over your shoulders for the faces you see, you believe, and the voices you hear cuz they won't repeat themselves ever again.
You look for answers that don't even exist,
still you try to worm your way back,
but you'll never make it home again.
i won't sympathize for you
i'll trust in oblivion
leave it to needless to say,
that you won't be coming home...tonight.
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