Time And Trauma

I’ve seen the devil in many of my days, lately i’ve decorated far too many
graves
put death down and tried to walk into the sun, without the flames igniting me all at once
time and trauma both follow me, one in the ocean and one in the sea
what is the difference to me? i am now a statue that’s fallen to its knees
what is the difference to me? i am now a statue that’s fallen to disease
pick up the pieces, breathe
the bleeding will remind the spark, don’t let the chaos stop the heart