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

Drugs 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 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