Paroles de Empire

Oh, the empires calling Trying to hear his voice While he's preaching to the choir And that choir is death and noise And he closes up his fist, and he sees if they exist Angels with broken wings Melodic harmonies she sings She brings you white daffodils You place them on your windowsill Then you open up your fist, and you see if they exist Well you sit in dark forests You've been there for quite a while And when they come to take you You just sit and smile You say: Hey, you take this I'M gonna see if you exist Now it's time to leave here And I still have my knife And it's pressed up against my body Tonight's gonna be the night And I cut my own wrist, just to see if I exist