I will always have those elastic memories
To stretch and watch over and over
Until they snap and fade away
Even if they don't break apart
Eventually theyll erode to nothing

I fear this pain won't be like those memories
It'll stick to my lungs and rot them away
Tears of acid will peel away these once rosy cheeks
My hands will shake wanting yours
Reaching for the memories
That have long sense expired

When you live your life through a sober lens
you have to open up your heart to all the hurt
and the hardships
that are going to come with it
but when you open up your heart it leads
to great things
you can feel love and joy and you can have
the help and the company of all those around you
Living life for the sober soul is more than just living to feel pain
it's living so you can feel all of the great things
that come along with being alive.
And if you can't open your heart
to even those piercing feelings
how do you expect to feel anything ever again?

We drink
To forget
The Sins we let ourselves
Commit

The Warrior stands on the field after battle
Bodies lay before Her
The interior of her armor drenched in guilt
The exterior gleaming in red
Hands still clenching the sword and shield
She was paralyzed
Images of Her acts still happening

It is time to go
Her feet tell her body that Her job is done
Once She reaches home She knows
The applause of the people will wash over her armor
Taking the **** of the guilt away

But the Blood on Her hands
The blemish and scar of the heart
Showers of water will drown out the screams
Showers of memories will allow Death to follow Her

The moment Her eyes re-open to the sun
Her hands do burn
And she screams
A scream made of all the ones She took
They drown her
The still memories of the carnage
Each time Her mind chooses to wander
It walks back onto the Field

She can bury the dead
But She can't bury the Sins

The burning coals are hot against your feet
I know its warm and that you want to cry
The image of the ash will be quite sweet
The only thing you have to do is try

The fire of my heart within your hand
Where is the part of you I get to hold?
Please give me the key to your holy land
Promise me these flames will not grow cold

Your flame burns a different shade of purple
Our blaze together can form a flower
Let us live within the sacred circle
You alone will ****** away my power

Feel the heat under your feet and find
All the pain we feel is in your mind

The flaw from yesterday
Is not the flaw of today
Today's flaw is the fact
That I believed I was flawed yesterday

Where the sky melts
Time has no value
The water flows backwards
Where?
No one knows
None have come back from such a place

Blood runs clear
Tears turn to gold
Darkness itself has no where to hide in this space
Stillness replaces air
Cries are the only records to play- while sorrows sound off
No others return from such a place
None but you