Rest. Face Like Braille
I touch your face and it feels like braille
I choked up your blood and I'm on my way again
Give me a hit of something real
Consume me with the truth that's tangible
I hold my breath
And it buckles my knees
It's hard to kill
What's so diseased
I talked to the priest and his rules have failed
I don't think we can be any more predictable
This American dream gets a little bit stale
Let us consume a life that is tangible
Love rains down on us and washes our eyes
Are you gonna die? Please just stay alive
