Jun 2019
see, machines may grind your hopes and dreams
but we are all loaded guns waiting before any call sends us running
i hate the differentiation, but then for now there
is you and me, do I see a ghost or a memory
i try blinking away the mist, the myth,
but tears are falling and i can no longer see in clear,
unblurred vision. you can no longer see with your cold dead eyes and i
have a million questions i want to ask you
under candlelight
but we are all loaded guns waiting before any call sends us running
i hate the differentiation, but then for now there
is you and me, do I see a ghost or a memory
i try blinking away the mist, the myth,
but tears are falling and i can no longer see in clear,
unblurred vision. you can no longer see with your cold dead eyes and i
have a million questions i want to ask you
under candlelight
it's a good thing - it's a good thing that fear makes your heart race and you are running with your lungs on fire,
with every frantic pulse and heartbeat, you are proudly declaring i'm alive - alive- alive
with every frantic pulse and heartbeat, you are proudly declaring i'm alive - alive- alive
