Stalins War Too Close To Home
My body marked charred to the bone with these
insecurities that I call my own. I see my life just slip
away. Twenty years wasted, will I live another day?
Divided angel spread your wings and take me far away from
here. I want to live among the stars and forget all my
fears. This dream, it speaks to me, like a moth into a
flame. Why does it encompass me? I live just to pray for
the hope of success, to simply find my way. I've never
rescued an instance where I've felt content. In a room
with no windows, the shadows seem to merge. Pushing day
by day, this fear forms in my throat. One somber swallow,
and it will all come true. I wish for nothing more, than
for this dream to come true. I'll fall to pieces when I
consider you
