Dormancy of a Liar's Vacant Heart

Within this rooms confidence I feel no gust of air Freedom passed by me, hence Truth be told, I no longer care The dormancy of a liar’s vacant heart Bleeds through the silver lining Some may call this art I, for one, couldn't bear That thought of which they hold For my sins of all my life, I share My unfulfilled purpose has many a time been told So in my dreams I think of thee With an unparalleled uncertainty When I wake, I prefer to dree The very love that’ll be the death of me