The Broken

I followed your every move
In a stride that wills disguise
Little markings clue the find
Your red lips speak of painted figures
The teeth of mangled little listeners
The thoughts that hide your rusty scissors and hooded men
Swinging honesty across this violence
Obscurity has no hero
The world looks better when you’re falling
Grace to comfort enough to crawling
Divided we must pray for the broken
No one can fix us We are, we’ll always be the wronged
Your touch seethes of emptiness
The callous tips against the brush
The worlds now breaking off to crust
The world looks better when you’re falling
Grace to comfort enough to crawling
Divided we must pray for the broken
No one can fix us We are, we’ll always be the wronged
We’re conspiring
Where was your heart when we needed it most?
Live in denial and I’ll be your ghost
There is nothing to let go Only time will let you know
If you’re worth anything
And you’ll know that I’m
Giving up way too early
Let the axis turn your free
And destroy everything you love!
The world looks better when you’re falling
Grace to comfort enough to crawling
Divided we must pray for the broken
No one can fix us We are, we are
We are, we are
We are, we’ll always be the wronged