I heard a handful of words
that could unravel
the
I’m not looking for a reason to believe
I do
A single shining tear somehow finds a way out
From behind
spine of silk and eggshell thin
pity the bleeder, bruised
a room thick with wine
and all of the sadness
of a
When this fleeting limelight fades
and we're alone again
what
another awkward moment passes
catering to questions asked by you
these lights...this city
under their waves my mind begins to drift
Sleepless eyes open wide before Heaven I stand again
If there's
You slipped from my arms, I knew you had to
I heard a handful of words
that could unravel
the framework of
like a favorite slave, who's learned to hide behind the
Somewhere down below the calm of the surface
White-hot reason
Kill the lights
Sever all lines
Lock the doors from
i have to be ready
said the minuteman
one mind when
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