Sun fingers come and give me an embrace.
I saw the disappointed look on your face.
Turn into a wisp of plasma and seep through the cracks in the ceiling.
I'm peeling off old scabs.
Crawl up my back with your armor plated skin.
You really do think that it's always better when it comes from within.
A life dedicated to sin.
Big hourglass prisms littered through cities confuse your decisions.
Walk a litle taller than usual.
Go and pamper your cuticles.
You could use some self maintanence.
God knows your humanity sure isn't suitable.
I won't be used as a tool to create your mosilium of left over hate.
I will stand firmly in the sand.
Hold on to our fucked up little plan.
Inch our way out from under the porch.
Burning brightly through the dark a sole torch.
Scorching my body and tearing out the lungs.
Looking like an angel around me they sung.
Thoughts scraping at the corners of your vapid head.
Trying to recall one significant thing you said.
Walking slowly like we're already dead.
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