rehabilitating the never broken.
the invisible...raining sutures on the wind keep this mystical i am your only friend burn it down chase the dragon not a sound make this habit we are the empty stars reigning fire skies turning to face the angel in her grave...turning to face the angel shes changed metamorphosed into the new slave wings chained to our eyes hands bound in disguise burden me now with your artificial light...burn me now with your fiery sunrise...
ALL THE FACELESS SOLDIERS FIRE AT NO ONE...
the night follows pitch dark swallows the black hole gallows we all fall were all wrong where all stars call to the names listless fame reclaimed in the face of nothing ever stays...
ALL THE CHILDREN GO BLIND IN THEIR HEARTS...
make an ocean from this lake drink it down shake the bottle see what comes out not a dream but the sorrow leaking from the ground to the ceiling melting invisible streams of noise no choice left to fake just break down take down your posters flyer disposed of in the empty dumpster with the bodies of all past lovers forget it youre above her now at least six feet sixty if she drowned beneath the disease they swore they never knew about...
ALL THE LIVING SHALL DIE IN THEIR SONGS...
the invisible sutures staining mystical rumored to stay physiological disdain youre ugly go away but the voice still sways on the breeze beyond the rain and we still slay all our demons in mist covered the drains now the end has something to say before hell ever lets you begin again...
begin again...
now for the masterpiece flatter me in this disaster remnants shattered amongst the empty hearts scattered like broken glass along the last turn when the wind hurts to dream of things burn down the end is coming turn down a friends hand and love me now?...somehow it doesnt seem the way to be as the poison flits from hummingbird to bee before dripping from the lips of our own idiosyncrasies...master piece?...disaster, peace...we wont see at least not with the eyes that the angel granted me slanted and sleek bright blue fire burning images into a videographyk memory martyred beneath the pegasus sun...im dying to try it would you like to die some with me try some with me lines of lust and the purest dust make love then fuck away the memory discarded like the paper hearts that cut your fingertips and tongue seal the envelope and send it to no one burn the embers chase the end of her with a cyanide shot for your own pleasure...
now for the masterpiece..remember me?
of course you do or do you did the memory fade like the songs that we played as junkies now sober and strong we sing to the empty room that once filled for us...with voices and chaos and trust...we emptied our souls put holes in our brains and filled them with candy a pinata of the unclean fragmented pictures and gritted teeth bring us back to the sutures but never me...never me...never never me...
ALL THE FACELESS SOLDIERS FIRE AT NO ONE...
the night follows pitch dark swallows the black hole gallows we all fall were all wrong where all stars call to the names listless fame reclaimed in the face of nothing ever stays...
ALL THE CHILDREN GO BLIND IN THEIR HEARTS...
make an ocean from this lake drink it down shake the bottle see what comes out not a dream but the sorrow leaking from the ground to the ceiling melting invisible streams of noise no choice left to fake just break down take down your posters flyer disposed of in the empty dumpster with the bodies of all past lovers forget it youre above her now at least six feet sixty if she drowned beneath the disease they swore they never knew about...
ALL THE LIVING SHALL DIE IN THEIR SONGS...
the invisible sutures staining mystical rumored to stay physiological disdain youre ugly go away but the voice still sways on the breeze beyond the rain and we still slay all our demons in mist covered the drains now the end has something to say before hell ever lets you begin again...
begin again...
now for the masterpiece flatter me in this disaster remnants shattered amongst the empty hearts scattered like broken glass along the last turn when the wind hurts to dream of things burn down the end is coming turn down a friends hand and love me now?...somehow it doesnt seem the way to be as the poison flits from hummingbird to bee before dripping from the lips of our own idiosyncrasies...master piece?...disaster, peace...we wont see at least not with the eyes that the angel granted me slanted and sleek bright blue fire burning images into a videographyk memory martyred beneath the pegasus sun...im dying to try it would you like to die some with me try some with me lines of lust and the purest dust make love then fuck away the memory discarded like the paper hearts that cut your fingertips and tongue seal the envelope and send it to no one burn the embers chase the end of her with a cyanide shot for your own pleasure...
now for the masterpiece..remember me?
of course you do or do you did the memory fade like the songs that we played as junkies now sober and strong we sing to the empty room that once filled for us...with voices and chaos and trust...we emptied our souls put holes in our brains and filled them with candy a pinata of the unclean fragmented pictures and gritted teeth bring us back to the sutures but never me...never me...never never me...