Nova

It's useless why hesitate, the knife's to the bone, always seems too late, never safe to heed, where I've been going, no one makes me plead, can't account for taste, wave goodbye to tattered scenes, they leave me cold, whose turn now to scream, try to open the gate, a hinge with broken tones, swinging like a shipping crate, I want to believe, when you're done, then I'll succeed, the moon slowly flakes, it knows what I've seen, wind dies in the slates, fire is my breeze.