I'm inanimate in the silence,
wondering how to break the vice
but as soon as I start struggling
my heart just turns to ice.
For how could I ever escape,
break free from this spell?
There's no enchantment to save me
and time ain't gonna tell. 

I am bleeding,
overdosing,
I can't take much more.
This love's everything,
inside it sings;
encore, encore.

I am crippled by this veneer
and they don't even see
that I paint on this doll each morning
and she's far from the real me.
Submerged, it's hard to breathe
so I reach out for your hand
and you're my convalescence
the only one to understand.

Imperfections,
lost directions,
tear stains on the floor.
Counting out the weeks
this love, it speaks;
encore, encore.

One day they'll see the inscriptions
written in my eyes,
one day they'll thread it all together,
realise my lies.
How much longer do we have
until we deteriorate?
How much time left until 
we're avalanched by hate?

Gossamer-smile baby,
whispers maybe,
can not close the door.
No where to hide,
still screaming inside;
encore, encore.