T.m. Revolution Vestige
Broken by the power of a clenched fist Desires and blood flow in the palm of my hand Endless wings and chains suit me well Their weight keeps me from going anywhere With young eyes that have only seen loss People think of stars that they won't be returning to
Making our respective lights Bloom with our lives Life is what transports us Radiantly cut into everyone Are gentle vestiges of scars
Even if it all ends, and I cry, I'll make my own relief In order to forget about everything...? Tomorrow falls from the sky like a feather Even though I wake up from a painful illusion
If being hurt in delirium Is how I say "I'm alive" Then you are the undisappearing truth Left behind, here Are radiant and fleeting vestiges of us
Making our respective lights Bloom with our lives Life is what transports us Radiantly cut into everyone Gently
If being hurt in delirium Is how I say "I'm alive" Then you are the undisappearing truth Left behind, here Are radiant and fleeting vestiges of us
