When you tricked them into your condemned dream
You didn't know who would have control
Where it took seconds to shape
fortunes
Your pains it weighed down hell
Spilling blood to cleanse the memories
That you know made you so frail
Empty eyes
look through the barrel, sweating fingers on the gun
One push off the threshold to target sympathies
Just a broken statue and the
world remains unchanged
So close and still no place where anything would end
Trapped between blooded walls
And the fight was
there today
Fists breaking against the concrete
None to forgive no strength to run
How could it be how would it end?
When
you wake up you wish them to cry
Fragments of this being fragments of its meaning to burn away
Suffocating in the grasp of this
hate
Driven to fire your last round
Escape from the air and drown under the earth
Dead mirror by the wayside, nowhere to
turn
An empty shell buried to the ground
Prepare yourself to forfait
Another saviour just another failure
Where bleak
winds grind the surface
Fear and regret stain dim recollections
An act of rash solutions
Last one there, the broken
statue
Built with hands that are bleeding
Empty eyes look through the shattered image
And their pain it weighs down
hell
Spilling blood to cleanse the memories
That you know make you so frail
How could it be how would it end?
When you
wake up they are holding your time
Fragments of this being fragments of its meaning