Out, Brief Candle

I am a crooked masterpiece
I stand at your feet
Gasping in awe of my crimes
My crimes unforgiven

This is a grinding
This is a halt
This is a slaughter
Of all I love

This is a binding
This is my fault
This is a message
For loathing hearts

Chariot
Chariot
There is a yearning
For the words unsaid

There are times I tried
To be myself
My life in glass houses
Comes to an end
Every lie in harmony

Enters the light
Break these rose red
Eye lids, hold your loose grip
Sink your blade in our heart

I am a crooked masterpiece
I stand at your feet
Gasping in awe of my crimes
My crimes unforgiven

There is sickness in this water
These riverbeds of drought
There is sickness in this water

This candle must burn out
A chariot awaits us
Swirls of fire in the wind
Divide our hopeless hearts

Find a glass worth looking in
To progress we must endure
An apology in wretched turmoil
I want to feel again

There are times
I feel broken
There are times
I am unwanted

There is bittersweet in every moment
We’re at sea you form in
Every stream and
Every mark along my palm
It’s the beauty of gardens
Against glass against
Everything in azure

I am just the knots
A broke finale
Spoken final words in heaven
All is lost in these pages
In this bible
I will lose control
I will lose control