slow and thick.and my words pierce your eyes as planes fly straight through the clouds;
but truth pierces through me like a razor on my skin it burns when water hits it, but gives no visible scarring.
you have it. you have what i've always wanted and can't believe in. and still,
i can't help but understand we're Sun and Dirt here but your inhabitants are happier with you,
and mine, mine want me gone.i kill, and sustain life, but
i can't help but understand we're Sun and Dirt here but your inhabitants are happier with you,
and mine, mine want me gone.i kill, and sustain life, but
you you; YOU. only inhibit life, i'm astounded by the thought of you
and disgusted by the sight of you.
and disgusted by the sight of you.
Fantastic, you told me the truth. 2 years, 730 days stuck on my shirtails.
and who are you? you have all the time in the fucking world
or rather; not the time but the happiness and who am i? i have no happiness,
i have a dancer in my hand, a dancer on my lips, a dancer on my flames.
you don't even need it. i envy you, and that's okay, cause you're there beneath my feet where i can ignore you. but still:you put it on my eyes, 2 years, 730 days.
or rather; not the time but the happiness and who am i? i have no happiness,
i have a dancer in my hand, a dancer on my lips, a dancer on my flames.
you don't even need it. i envy you, and that's okay, cause you're there beneath my feet where i can ignore you. but still:you put it on my eyes, 2 years, 730 days.
