Crawling, crawling, crawling Falling, falling, falling It’s a little game we like to play something to laugh about, something to cry about

When you chose to lay your weapon… I was baffled; we had fought for what’s felt like… Killing our brothers—like savages rabid with a contagious disease

At this time, at this moment When the rollercoaster has reached… As you hold my hand, we watch with… Being that the world below us mold… From the people to the ants

The rows and pews, the uproar of p… Saint’s can’t tame Hold your hands, pray for the one… The symbol of beauty– of grace and… Let the veil lift from damaged eye…

I see me, far in to the past running with the wind A child with no scars to tell, no… no eyes that bear burdens too heav… recognizing me now is difficult

As you palm your way through my mo… The little buds of life fall from… Slithering—figure-skating Triple 8's The sensual feelings we catch betw…

Two strangers crossing paths, neve… From the first, to the last Their souls could never be separat… The beginning, the end All that comes, nothing but moment…

Hearing your voice is like a timel… a sound so pure and untainted by t… The road you took has led you to g… A place I have yet to reach There is no one here to fill that…

Skipping to the beat of abnormalit… I take charge through my dog days… that will reveal me Show what has been hidden under di… gaining a taste for what the other…

Let me pop from the grave Again, the sword pierced through But the light in my eyes never die… I pretend the blood and dirt doesn… Dressed in Sunday’s Best