You say the vultures are calling for your last breath.
And the rhythm of your heartbeat stopped
for no more pain, you'll ask for death by name.
Skin deep, solace in violence.
Self destructive catharsis.
We fan the flames on yourselves.
There's no warmth in burning just ashes.
Try and clip your own wings before they
can, try and cope with a blood soaked smile.
there's no warmth in burning just ashes.
We're in a car crash and painfully aware of the
motion, covered in stains that will never wash away.
just reaching out for a sense of peace in the rain.
Like reaching hands that never,
like reaching hands that never connect.