Dreams searching for your face
In the void that buries my hollow wake
That laps in wander’s waves

Lost light that sears my eyes
Null noise that deafens the shallow skies
I’ll come to you save time

Treat these fibers that thread my heart
And follow the longest drowned in dark
Manifestations of mad marks

Beat these words that collapse my tongue
And fall into my worn whispers’ lungs
Calibrations to combustion

I’ll be the machine
To tear the heavens down

To the dust that creep our breaths
Of our love and woe
I’ll play the hands by care’s road
From the rapt cinders and smoke
Of my heart and soul
Your rise as our delicate beautiful beast
Alone

Please shatter through these panes
That tear apart our fading frame
Hold tight onto your name

And throw tears through the glass crime
That wall in all our confined lives
Exhale, explode, survive

I’ll be the machine
To tear the heavens down

To the dust that creep our breaths
Of our love and woe
I’ll play the hands by care’s road
From the rapt cinders and smoke
Of my heart and soul
Your rise as our delicate beautiful beast
Alone

Take us home
Past all hell
Take us home