Drop your map, drop your plans, drop your five step program, because there’s not an ounce of faith in this leap. It’s clear you feel nothing so jump into the fog with me.
I imply to mitigate the guilt we could align. A perfectly constructed alibi to hush the guilt that eats and never dies. In actual blame, they call me once the dark divides.
I think music in itself is healing. It’s an explosive expression of humanity. It’s something we are all touched by. No matter what culture we’re from, everyone loves music
Were we too young? Our heads too strong? To bear the weight of these lover’s eyes. Cause I feel numb beneath your tongue, ‘neath the curse of these lover’s eyes.