You've got a pale mind and skin to match.
Misery still wet on your lips.
Don't shy away from the sun darling-
It with it's horizon will broaden yours.
It's time to stop showing your scars
But to restore your golden glow.
We're all cowards at something in our heads.
Heads filled with endless delight.
Heads filled with drowning corpses.
But
Our dreams-
Sliced the expectations of brainwashed bystanders.
Intertwined with poison and passion can show us-
Love
Will
Always
Survive.
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
You've got a pale mind and skin to match.
Misery still wet on your lips.
Don't shy away from the sun darling-
It with it's horizon will broaden yours.
It's time to stop showing your scars
But to restore your golden glow.
We're all cowards at something in our heads.
Heads filled with endless delight.
Heads filled with drowning corpses.
But
Our dreams-
Sliced the expectations of brainwashed bystanders.
Intertwined with poison and passion can show us-
Love
Will
Always
Survive.
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