I woke up but can’t swear it is like I was in that place just before now I guess I’m one of those bodies moving out there But I don’t get the way how it all works
Wait by the glory We’re not that cursory Burn inside your shell No one will notice and share whatever it could be the rifle, the flower Crack down your mind We’re not that cursory
God, I won’t go Glory below
Echoes of burning wings outside Spiraling the way of contentment Main streams are shooting commercials I no longer fit into that oppression
God, I won’t go Gone. I’m not done Play it once, within the way of a sacrifice
Tears in my hands I’m gonna try not to feel Blood in my way I’m gonna try not to gaze Eyes hurt so deep I wonder if I could bleed Pictures go deep inside I wonder if I could cry
And I curse my name for not matching well (Tears in my hands) I curse my name for not being those sane (Blood in my way)
Burn out the reign of cursory This is the good kind of way I swear Burn out the reign of cursory This is a stellar kind of way I swear
Tears in my hands Eyes hurt so deep I wonder if I could bleed Blood in my way Now I’m gonna stare for you