Exilia

Emily
Emily is alive
Sitting in a chair
Paralyzed
Underneath
A thousand lies
In this emptiness
She won’t survive
Emmy’s got a gun
She’s got a gun
She’s ready to go
Ready to use it
Ready to go
Ready, she’s ready
Ready to go
Ready to shot it
Ready to go
She’s ready
Life’s so dim, unaligned
Sitting in the dark
So fragile
Shattered glass
Faking a last smile
Drowning in a million lies
Emmy’s got a gun
She’s got a gun
And she cries
And she cries