Teksty: A Breath Beyond Broken. Canvas Of Seasons. Hospice.

Skyscraper I see, it breathes in two ways
Inhaling disbelief, exhaling disgust
Two kinds of sublime truly victimized by time
Duplicity tears like a broken frame
These frames get harder to fix
When you live in a world without glue in the mix
So I let the past bleed out, it?s a hemorrhaging flow
I won?t suffer for the dead; you won?t reap the tears I sow
What are you working towards?
Who do you suffer for?
And will they follow you (Will you follow through?)
When you can?t explain (If I can?t explain)
That there is something more to hook on our lures
To make us more productive and happier the same
It doesn?t fit the frame
I tested my bravery just so my heart could see
That my mind could still work the same
But you were a factor I couldn?t react to
And they?re at odds again, a battle I can?t win
Was this what I broke my wrists for?
I drew and I drew, the ink wouldn?t sit
And now it dirties my hands, I have no will to stand
Sickness to salvation through perdition
My bones will be interred with ambition