in-voice
those jangly little notes make me squirm
you know that
i could never always feel completely safe
did you feel the ground tremble
at the annoucement of a symbol
did you see the green in those eyes
cycling through books trying to find a way of life that works
with our intentions and with our passion
scared and you will not budge from a perch up high
the cry of the fools turns up dead
we dragged the lake for days
to find nothing but this box
the lies and torment, healed lines of separation
skin broken over your intentions
so you can carry the casket from now on
as i've been to much a hollowed out facade for this dying man
my knuckles tight as they drag on the ground
you change my title, should i slave once more
calculated the burial
ventricles process the sand in tiny increments
simplify my reaction to the extent that we are not just playing the line
existence was only supposed to be a dream
you know that
i could never always feel completely safe
did you feel the ground tremble
at the annoucement of a symbol
did you see the green in those eyes
cycling through books trying to find a way of life that works
with our intentions and with our passion
scared and you will not budge from a perch up high
the cry of the fools turns up dead
we dragged the lake for days
to find nothing but this box
the lies and torment, healed lines of separation
skin broken over your intentions
so you can carry the casket from now on
as i've been to much a hollowed out facade for this dying man
my knuckles tight as they drag on the ground
you change my title, should i slave once more
calculated the burial
ventricles process the sand in tiny increments
simplify my reaction to the extent that we are not just playing the line
existence was only supposed to be a dream