Artifex Pereo - Posture And Progress | Текст песни

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I am the king of short phrases,
Because my good intentions never make it that far.
My hand is at the seam, strained.
I’ll never make it that far.

I am begging for mercy at the hands of myself.
I am drowning in my own ink, reaching for the rim of the well.

Tilt me over onto a canvas and let my thoughts transpose.
So all that’s needed is a bridge of light,
Where visions and thoughts are the passer by's.
Crossing the T’s and dotting the I's
In the space between connection and sight.

I want my words to act as the weather,
Sealing gaps in the dialogues between a man and another.
While you wish to live forever,
I only wish to forever live in the kinds of words written to live by.
Save this shell of a man before his fractures bring him down.
Hold his words captive as he held the pulse within his fist.

Buried underneath a burden,
Leaking thoughts out onto the pavement.
Pull me from the wreckage and follow the scars painted on my body
To the heart of a mouth sewn shut.

Hid behind these walls lay the lion,
Like trapped thoughts in a cage.
For this is an emergency,
Please operate and remove my stories.

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