What would you say?. This blood is thick. This blemished face. A dark crooked nose. And a chance to say. Whatever it wanted. Through its blemished throat.
Now, rise, rise, rise to fall. I never cared, never cared to try until now. To find home. The distance grows as the ground approaches. . Faith at least in the form of gravity.
How does it feel. To be ashamed. Of who you love. Well I know. . You and me ought to hurry. Heaven in the glitter is for real. Real, real. . Always knew.