Just a matter of time a few days ago,. I saw you you were fine. Remembering what you said. About the book you read. The one I got you the beginning of the end.
All I see inside. Is a longing for something that's outside. This understanding of. The sun breaking open. And it shines over me. It shines over me. I can see order in the way.
What is all this. The question I am asking. It's not what is. I feel like I was promised. This hurts, this leaves. A lasting laceration. I can't believe.
Go build it up, tear it down. My finger in the strings connected to your hands. I dance the mockery. A theme of decadence. Now I am sinking in this violence.
I remember days gone by. And what it was first like. To never think that it could end. Don't know what we were thinking. And I reflect upon that night.
Like a moon that tries to hide away. But the dawn will catch it with the day. Like an angry son that's moving on. But he never will forget his home. Feel this grace shining in.
It's not found in throwing roses on a grave. Or in the cursed bottom of a bottled plague. It wasn't in the torment that will never fade. But I see the truth now.
The body's failing. And my heart is breaking. Hell is awakened. The souls it's taking. We'll take them back where they belong. You can not make us stop.
You break the glass. Try to hide your face. Recorded lines. That just will not erase. And buried in your loss of innocence. You wonder if you'll find it again.