The Margins End Lyrics

This needle plays a record that turns around the images that have plauged this mind. An empty loaded gun to this temple.
Dont take offence with this figure of speech, we lie to ourselves to justify the actions, I take pride in this life that I have made, truth will be seen in us when this film is all used up, my face will exist only in photographs. Far from ghosts inclosed in your dreams, Blood will boil, these eyes will water as this empty loaded gun continues to break through this willing temple. The music stops and this watch shatters me as I watch time fly in silence.
I can see myself becoming transparent. How can I feel human if I know nothing of real life? When will this film stop stealing pictures of this face that doesnt exist in your dreams that are haunted by ghosts