This day has a reason, remember it with all your might Through the dream and waking world, a messenger is infinite Numbers and digits carved into the
We?ve been randomly assigned this disease By the ones that will sell us the air that we breathe And replace the sun with machines Back and forth my traffic
Somewhere on a plane A man is beside himself with sadness He is filled with ocean Deep inside his chest, a souls been laid to rest On a double helix,
I?m hammered like a nail on the wall On your favorite poster And I?m stuck on your every word The ones we never said at all Will anyone in these songs
I've dragged this halo through the dirt for the last time I can't find the thrill in this, I don't think I even tried If I make this bed the way it
I buried my heart in concrete and stone An asphalt skeleton replaces flesh and bone The cracks in the ground may admit to their faults Eradicate your
Rest assured You?ve done everything to deserve this But my friend, in true attempts it is glorious even to fail I put the world on mute and woke up in
This place is a battlefield and all of your heads are landmines They?re landmines If you look up you?ll heaven bleeds light We wake to the dead on the
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Lets get on with this tonight, do what the pages tell us -until we burn them on sight (until we burn them on the sight)-lets get on with this tonight,
In your time away from the repression I think geography has died and in its grave a lesson for us. You want so bad to see, but we wanted so bad to believe
I swear I told you a million times A problem shared is halved But you jumped ship well before the ink was dry We were on this path How couldn?t you know
I won't waste your time, but this gives me the strength to divide. It's kind of hard to describe - it's kind of hard to describe. I won't waste your time
Few and far are my beliefs Three short, three long, three short again. The ghost escaped but we saw his face. It hangs above his head until he throws
Torn apart, ripped away from the light, we're tied together at the wrists Why do we always stand so close to the window? The locks rusted off years
Faith is a shield that we'll hold together every step of the way. Shining a radiant path through the fog (by your side) If you go down, I'm going with
