You're only human. You do what you can but what can you do but turn a kind eye and not a blind eye to our shared apocalyptic view?
So, is this how you know that you got soul by the way you feel the pain swallow it whole? Then let's go back to the things that we knew around the age of three
when we were stronger, when we belonged here with articles of faith like birds and bees flying in the sky where we could see them and not parked inside some dark warplane museum.
'Cause all i've ever learned is i am at your service and 'cause you make a furnace of my heart, i burn this way. You are a dream and i keep waking up in ashes.
Oh, i need some help to forget myself when the scientist in me wants to make sense of this. So, do you suppose we could doff these clothes? Maybe we'll expose the secret of how it goes
to be grateful and not hateful, to be possessed and not haunted, to be wanted, to be loved out of paralysis and let the academics map desire. i only want to throw myself into this fire.
All i've ever learned is i am at your service and 'cause you make a furnace of my heart i burn this way. You are a dream, a searing vision the brightest flame that my lucky eyes have ever seen but i keep waking up in ashes.