Days In Grief When Backhanded Thoughts Carry The Weight
(The) gravity of shattered fairy tales
torment increased burning skies -
bloodred we shine
in the sun of our dark sides we lie -
guzzling skulls of our kids
Trapped inside aching fallacies
a correlated pride (is) pushing backwards
back to sea - waves of parity will split our days -
will be gone with the dawn
chrous:
Forsake - when backhanded thoughts carry the weight
leaves will fall - when the last season changes her call
we will pray for our souls
Occasion - to let burn - to let go
will you remind me?
breathing words - dreaming hurts