In a field of hollow bones White and blind Deadly when she left the ground White and blind Soaring on those shattered wings Bleeding down on everyone
You stare for too long Eyes filled with lust So soon to follow When shadows pass Skulls deep in new graves pretending dead You're soon to follow Black
Burn in a cloud Burning in the sky All melting eyes still seek the fire No melting eyes have found the flame Hover and shine on days High above holy lights
Gently swaying giants Suspended in air No halo floats without The strings tied to it's god Conducting choirs Unleashing death floods The harps that resonate
When I heard about the coming day Wish I could wake up from the dream In it I see a family photographed And there you are tucked in the scene And there
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Tradition is calling its business. Feeling only real when employed, dense from sucking on wallets. It's their pockets you're arresting. Money is made
C-A-P-S-I-Z-E all the way home I'm gonna tell the wild M-I-S-S-M-E all that you want You're gonna wait a while C-A-P-S-I-Z-E all the way home I'm gonna
I hate you still, yet I imitate you You're in my dreams, pushing me around I move my mouth, I watch her cry It's killing me and you wonder why Always
Tradition is calling it business. Feeling only real when employed, Dense from sucking on wallets. It's their pockets you're arresting. Money is made the
When i heard about the coming day Wish i could wake up from this dream In it i see a family photographed And there you are, tucked in the scene And theres
Float into the open space of thought And see only what you will Justify your belief by any means Where do you choose to fall? Deadly design has capsized
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Tradition is calling it business. Feeling only real when employed, Dense from sucking on wallets. It's their pockets you're arresting. Money is made