504 Plan Cancer
Infected deep inside,
Prosthetic light, falls over my eyes,
And these words were spoke in fear,
Catacombs of rotten smiles,
Did i mention that im real,
All this light shines through me,
I ride reflections in your eyes,
And notice im not broken,
Happiness was linked with pain,
Cancer made me do this,
Fields of fallen angels cry,
While i was singing,
Break these walls,
I break my hands,
The lies that ive been told again,
Elastic feelings tend to snap and then break,
The world burned down without my help
