Little markings clue the find
Your red lips speak of painted figures
The teeth of mangled little listeners
The thoughts that hide your rusty scissors there
And hooded men are swinging honesty across this violence
Obscurity has no hero
The world looks better when you’re falling
Grace to comfort enough to crawling
Divided we must
Pray for the broken
No one could fix us
We are, we'll always be
The wronged
Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah
Your touch seethes of emptiness
The callous tips against the brush
The world's now breaking off to crust
The world looks better when you’re falling
Grace to comfort enough to crawling
Divided we must
Pray for the broken
No one could fix us
We are, we'll always be
The wronged
We’re conspiring
Where was your heart
When we needed it most?
Live in denial
And I'll be your ghost
There is nothing to let go
Only time will let you know
If you're worth anything
and you know then
That I'm giving up way too early
Let the axis turn you free
And destroy everything you love
The world looks better when you’re falling
Grace to comfort enough to crawling
Divided we must
Pray for the broken
No one could fix us
We are, we are
We are, we are
We are, we'll always be
The wronged
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