a scream to the wind   talk travelling   down the vine   when your talk is cheap and your leaving me tonight      created by the void   flashlights for wounds   someone screaming   prepare for the worst      in corners we scratch at city lines   so show me to the hypocrites      so we'll watch you   talk your way   out of this   when i see you watching   everybody else      created by the void   flashlights for wounds   someone screaming   prepare for the worst      in corners we scratch at city lines   we   scratch      so show me to the hypocrites   we give them mirrors as parting gifts