Arsonists Get All The Girls My Cups Half Empty
The hunt is over now
You've almost made it out
It took us several days
To remove your tumor thought benign
Bracing for it
My how the tables have turned
I said my how the tables have turned
Don't look down
I hold in my hands the answers to life
Six heads to a neck, and I know
They try to survive in the night
Thick are their wits, they have many names
They reach for a kiss and end
All of those with alloy and aim
Trust us, they'll say this won't hurt a bit
Pain has the worst taste in its mouth
Anger will deliver you into the deepest of mind
Hate condemns a man of trusting his love
Time knows truth is only saying I
In The Empyreans
I wake to the sound of your voice
The thought of you
Being gone tears at my insides
Tossing and turning every night
I cling to memories we have lived in our lives
I wished all our moments last forever
Take back time, take back everything
As I tell what has happened
It appears to me that this is
What it will be like from now on. Stare at change
Filled with questions, take myself on. I deploy the
ways
It was meant to be
And the ways we dreamt to fear
On our shoulders
Its weight stays and grows
As does my heart when I notice you
Watching us
Never forgetting what you stood for
Taking chances, overcoming fears
Whenever in doubt
I turn to you for the answers
