Chained To The Bottom Of The Ocean Out, Brief Candle
I am a crooked masterpiece
I stand at your feet
Gasping in awe of my crimes
My crimes unforgiven
This is a grinding
This is a halt
This is a slaughter
Of all I love
This is a binding
This is my fault
This is a message
For loathing hearts
Chariot
Chariot
There is a yearning
For the words unsaid
There are times I tried
To be myself
My life in glass houses
Comes to an end
Every lie in harmony
Enters the light
Break these
Rose red
Eye lids
Hold your
Loose grip
Sink your
Blade in
Our heart
I am a crooked masterpiece
I stand at your feet
Gasping in awe of my crimes
My crimes unforgiven
There is sickness in this water
These riverbeds of drought
There is sickness in this water
This candle must burn out
A chariot awaits us
Swirls of fire in the wind
Divide our hopeless hearts
Find a glass worth looking in
To progress we must endure
An apology in
Wretched turmoil
I want to feel again
There are times
I feel broken
There are times
I am unwanted
There is bittersweet in every moment
We're at sea
You form in
Every stream and
Every mark along my palm
It's the beauty of gardens
Against glass against
Everything in azure
I am just the knots
A broke finale:
Spoken final words
In heaven
All is lost
In these pages
In this bible
I will lose control
I will lose control