Silk Demise Afterthought
What is it that you're thinking?
Is it how you're going to explode into this world
And be the envy of, well, you know
Heaven is Sinking underground
Heaven is sinking under
You're so simple
You're so sad
It's more of an afterthought
It's like a heartbeat
Except there's no life attached to it
You take the honest
Then you deny it
You break the bones with
Your silent mind
