Lets start this off
by burning down our bridges
and
there is a monument in DC
where the semester lays her
Take this awful pain
That cracked the spinal code transmission to
There's a tear in the fabric
There's a knife on the
Fall to sleep whispered in the air as you lay
Rest
far from land
for empty breeze away
silence tries to get this
Don't turn away
I'm the always-been, you know you wanted
Mouths with tongues full of bitterness
Are open graves waiting
Take these
Had enough
These fingers
Will never push numbers
Into your machine again
I w