I guess the dead only write bold lines to keep angles alive And the one third that fell from heaven was just lost in their minds Translation described that life only divides in nine And out of fourty-two, I'm level fourty-five Hoping that by fifty I'll touch the sky, goodbye Like a bullet through the skull Memories fall apart and pride feelings become null And the world becomes numb so only the two that you knew Can pass together the love, but who would've known That the libraries missing the one book you could've made home Gone so soon, dead so young If words are built to kill, then sentences can rip through space matter Split through the earth and make its surface flatter So you fall over the edge when the emotions just shatter Nobody rules away so songs sound so much sadder Climbing the ladder, wrestling with the former, suppressing the latter
[Chorus] Making love to your shadows, wish you dead Breathing you to life, flesh tones, gun fight You bring knives...I prepare my hands I hold you one last moment as we end right here
[Verse 2] Clinging to what she said, eyes fall out of your head Tread softly on the glass or the surface might break And any tears that escape will only burn fake This is a solid that you could never recreate So skillful with the art, nanoseconds apply To replicate a mural, you're only wasting your time And you don't have much, one multiplied by five You must be blind No, no, you must be fucking delusional If you believe that still tools for knowledge Wasting all of our minutes trying to be truthful So I'll attach one hour to the back of this missile Hoping you decipher the code before it fucking hits you And you realize in time that it indirectly missed you Then you lose that grandeur and see that it's mutual My only age could understand when you're smoking
[Chorus] Making love to your shadows, wish you dead Breathing you to life, flesh tones, gun fight You bring knives...I prepare my hands I hold you one last moment as we end right here