With a moon half-empty and a sky that's gone to waste and the twilight offers cold embrace
the amber of autumn fades and the greys of summer's mistakes and the dreams we try to replicate... they fall away
isn't this world something wonderful that we were made to suffer both it's honesty and cruelty? today
with a heart half-empty and a light I've yet to see and the sadness takes ahold of me
and fire-white burns like... agony. entropy.
we all fall apart to the cadence of our bleeding hearts they fall away
isn't this world something wonderful that we were made to suffer both it's majesty and cruelty? they fall away... and is grace not something beautiful that we were made to suffer? the lucid touch of clemency.
and our tears become a sanctuary we are made to suffer with tenderness and empathy.