You should've called out. Made amends, broken hearts breathe unison. I was trying to gather mine. All my tragedies are my enemies. All my enemies are mine.
There will be many nights alone to pour the kerosene. Scissors cut harness free. The spotlight on the bed of the serene. . And when you call me out in victory.
Let's just pretend for a second that nothing's wrong. And we've grabbed horizons by the throat and moved along. Bypass everything that dragged us out into the lights.
Voice reminds of where we are, in a cement city. Arrive. . We gave it hell and we find ourselves coherent and so unclear. And I'm lost at sea with guides to spare, lost at sea with guides to spare.
I'm waiting on a war, this is panic setting in. I'm waiting on a war, this is panic setting in. . From what it seems, all could use some cleansing. Better hurry up since we're not pretending.