With her body made out of porcelain I gave her my heart Made out of paper Cancer's silhouette sly as a thief Moves in my chest to my heart's useless
France, to the West side of home, it's cold in this town, I'll see Paris in June. Their prayers fill my head, it's disturbing my sleep. Built my faith
My heart was the sun Before The earth Opened up Stitched up my mouth Tied up my hands I am a loss Your song was the air That my lungs could not hold
never die enough for you...for you Appointed to present a new way to breathe for my majesty Because all of my bright could not chase away your dark It's
If you heard me speak you would know that I am just as ignorant as you this process invented to reinvent ones self. Sold out my lungs just to burn brightly
The pretty lights were shining in this hotel room of mine ignorant to the fact this was goodbye machines help you breathe post static trauma vacancy
When we move slow, it's vibrant and pretty like that: all patient, but indecisive at best. Still singing out loud until you wake. Keep you watching.
this is a question of your worth. Rewrite my life, the dark presented at rebirth. So give your mouth a rest now the dark is gone and baby you ain't going
from the person you want to be). There's a difference between a life well spent and a life that is just meaningless. It's only you wasting every second
do now I said. On the receiving end of static meant to shut you down. We've been campaigning your politics I read them like holy scriptures to the privileged