Reclipse

You hid before they saw you
There’s no way to deny they could hear you grieving
-Grieving over my plight
What to do with people who won’t face the truth?
What to do with people who play pretend just to feel good?
I’d the perfect weapon,
But I just didn’t know how to aim
What do bullets mean
When no one wants to pull the trigger?
We’re not fit to make decisions
We’re not fit to wear any crowns
Point the barrel straight,
And see if it lets ‘em walk away
I’ve no concentration when I don the mask
-Hard to hide
My lips take rise like a quarter moon
-A sickly, tilted smile—limitations choked
Ends begin to fray and the snap provokes no control
Could be a funeral today…
I’d the perfect weapon,
But I just didn’t know how to aim
What do bullets mean
When no one wants to pull the trigger?
We’re not fit to make decisions
We’re not fit to wear any crowns
Point the barrel straight
And see if it lets ‘em walk away
Here’s to standing on water!
Here’s to being kings!
We can right all wrongs ‘cause we just believed!
Know when I fall from the stone,
You’ll think of what’s been done
-Just hold onto what is left
-Just keep your faith secure
Don’t matter happened then,
You don’t need your wings to fly
Don’t matter what happens once you’ve reached the other side
And when all the tops spin out of order,
And when you’re standing here
So far from grace, so close to judgement,
You’ll never want to look much further,
But impulsion’ll call you to!
You’ll stare until your pupils run dry
Just watch me fall from the stone
No strings to hold me up
The sacrifices I’ve made,
I hope will be enough
Don’t matter what happens next
I don’t need no wings to fly
Don’t matter how fast I sink
It don’t matter
It don’t matter