Start at the End - Concrete

Empty blood lined hallways; one more solace to intrude
It's easy to think that we were kings as we're easy to delude

Standing on platforms waiting for the new
Trapped in an arms race when all I've wanted was you

Man made brightness, breathing despair
Where you mean nothing; I'm never there

Written by:
Adam Miles

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