They speak with such hostility towards my goals
But they're just simply non believers
I stand on top of my sentences with promise and I don't play games
Despite me having a hard time speaking
I come off as slow but I'm simply moving too fast
For someone who is in complete denial of what I have to say
I take pity on those I have hurt
Because I wish I was able to be the only one who was hurt
Too many scratches inside my soul
The Angels couldn't recruit me to protect their threshold until I healed my wounds
But the heart resides and looks for shelter
Two actions at once
I'm a man trying to revert the dagger that I didn't see coming
This blockade of sadness is forthcoming
I must subsidize my qualms and dry my palms
I have too much soot on my hands
I must clean myself before I can be transparent again
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 6:10 AM UTC
They speak with such hostility towards my goals
But they're just simply non believers
I stand on top of my sentences with promise and I don't play games
Despite me having a hard time speaking
I come off as slow but I'm simply moving too fast
For someone who is in complete denial of what I have to say
I take pity on those I have hurt
Because I wish I was able to be the only one who was hurt
Too many scratches inside my soul
The Angels couldn't recruit me to protect their threshold until I healed my wounds
But the heart resides and looks for shelter
Two actions at once
I'm a man trying to revert the dagger that I didn't see coming
This blockade of sadness is forthcoming
I must subsidize my qualms and dry my palms
I have too much soot on my hands
I must clean myself before I can be transparent again
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