temp lyrics for a song
Panic awaken, simple instincts, shrapnel fed upon the wounded. Mothers crying, mangled body, cradled deeply in her arms.
Mouth full of words, without the use of a tongue to articulate. Will expression ever be the same. We choke on the dust of day, I went to where our coffins lay, deep within our shallow graves.
My body, exposed to the night, stumble the streets laughing at the light. Where you drink I will thrive, the ground will break but you know you might just save my life.
The flame that sparks down to those that sleep.
Retract these shades of light, the outline of movement in sight,
Retract these shades of light, waiting for a voice to scream right beneath the chalked streets that used to be a city of life.
A single grain of sand, shapes with the curves of your chest, a feeling you rely from your mangled hands. Morning is my love, cellar of my own affection, and if I start to stare my eye’s will blind the sun.
Blind the sun
I lay your ashes out to sea, I tried I tried
Tonight we fight our fathers fight, I tried I tried
The shotgun sets between my lungs, the tide starts to crumbles, crumble as it breaks. If you run, you will lose your mind, across the door the open bed because the room has fallen in.
Nothing is more than a beautiful glimpse of words we cannot say.
Mouth full of words, without the use of a tongue to articulate. Will expression ever be the same. We choke on the dust of day, I went to where our coffins lay, deep within our shallow graves.
My body, exposed to the night, stumble the streets laughing at the light. Where you drink I will thrive, the ground will break but you know you might just save my life.
The flame that sparks down to those that sleep.
Retract these shades of light, the outline of movement in sight,
Retract these shades of light, waiting for a voice to scream right beneath the chalked streets that used to be a city of life.
A single grain of sand, shapes with the curves of your chest, a feeling you rely from your mangled hands. Morning is my love, cellar of my own affection, and if I start to stare my eye’s will blind the sun.
Blind the sun
I lay your ashes out to sea, I tried I tried
Tonight we fight our fathers fight, I tried I tried
The shotgun sets between my lungs, the tide starts to crumbles, crumble as it breaks. If you run, you will lose your mind, across the door the open bed because the room has fallen in.
Nothing is more than a beautiful glimpse of words we cannot say.