Isela Vega - Coliseum

She takes a step as the morning breaks

Writhe awake in the dark all night, sign of life spent burned

They’ll never understand

There’s virtue in guilt, paid service to ghosts

Tried our best, but our time will end before the credits roll

They’ll never understand

They’ll never understand

Won’t misunderstand you again

There’s a gun by the bed, there’s a bottle of sin

She can taste the sweat on her lips as she drinks it in

Age didn’t fade it.

Time won’t erase it

She cuts through the air, and glides to another life

They’ll never understand

They’ll never understand

Won’t misunderstand you again