So let’s pretend it’s over and left behind
Into this moment of disclosed oversight
We’ll race until our wings flame up into the clouds
And fly until we breathe on these higher grounds
Damned by our inner silent suicide
The riddance of our sake
Down with a weak and violent civil war
The wrinkles of my age fade
Set to rights…
Drop dead, you’re older, face to the floor (you’re dragging me)
Into a game of choice I can’t set the score (it’s puzzling me)
Set to rights, mind the gap in your head
And fill its blank spot with chemical desire
Validate my constant pain with rules unfair to trail
Life is divine, I can feel its oblique design
Hope is gone now
You deserve what your eyes can’t deny
