It won t get better

The crystal of frozen tears will cut the silence,
I read the sentence on your lips.
We willingly walked into a cold war,
Intertwining fingers into a dead but tight pattern.
Your kiss tastes like sweet cyanide,
And instead of blood, it slowly burns in the veins.

Broken glass beneath bare feet,
We danced a waltz at the very bottom of winter.
And what we considered heavens yesterday,
Has remained only ash, born for the sake of the dark.

Припев
It won't get better, my angel of sorrow,
In the black theater of broken mirrors.
We gave every breath into the void,
Adding poison to the farewell glass.
It won't get better — accept it and burn away,
We traded our paradise for the abyss.


Shadows on the walls. A whisper behind the door.
We are just sketches of someone else's dreams.


Shards of lunar phases are stuck in crystal,
I can no longer lift your silver cross.
We are two candles in the dark on an icy table,
That keep melting in order not to forgive.
Like blind men who blindly pray to the bonfire,
We betray ourselves, walking on glass.


Broken glass beneath bare feet,
We danced a waltz at the very bottom of winter.
And what we considered heavens yesterday,
Has remained only ash, born for the sake of the dark.

Припев
It won't get better, my angel of sorrow,
In the black theater of broken mirrors.
We gave every breath into the void,
Adding poison to the farewell glass.
It won't get better — accept it and burn away,
We traded our paradise for the abyss.


The pulse beats the rhythm of black rains,
There is no salvation, nor executioners.
Only embraces squeeze tighter,
In the phantom light of extinguished candles.

Припев
It won't get better, my angel of sorrow,
In the black theater of broken mirrors.
We gave every breath into the void,
Adding poison to the farewell glass.
It won't get better — accept it and burn away,
We traded our paradise for the abyss.


Our paradise...
It won't get better.
Close your eyes.