Restless Souls - Vaudeville

Drenched in cold

Stained by your tears

The world grows old

As you disappear

No possesions

No more fear

A lack of expression

Looking in the mirror

Freedom call

It’s too late

Restless souls

Dreamers decay

We’re all goners

Waiting for our day

We’re all goners

Floating in space

I bet my soul

Unharmed by their reach

That they don’t know

The power that we conceive

Will you stand

Up against their wrath

Or will you run

Until there’s nothing left