Altars

Altars - Foxes In Fiction

Plastic roses line

Empty altars

See the faces I'm

Feeling altered

Confronting the fear

That lives on your breath

In dreams he's still here

Message left

In the basement

I walk down these

Endless hallways

*** and weekends

Can't change my days

Leaving the lines

You've drawn on your own

All sorts of crimes

Meet me in

In the basement

Step outside my house

It's happening most every day

I held to nothing

I have nothing left to say

Plastic roses line

Line empty altars

See the faces I'm

Feeling altered

Confronting the fear

That lives in your chest

In dreams he's still here

Message left

In the basement