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Now that I've got your attention
I feel compelled to pass on the message
The words that made mrytys out this profession
You see we're death at heart
Yet we stand here while you applaud our fragments
Ohh how deep his pain is
How beautiful are homeless birds
How lucid are dissected dreams
You lay roses at our rotten feet
I'm expected to paint my pain
So I do
Till death we do art
Now that I've got that off my chest
The flower grew where you least expected
Behind tears that stay neglected
Rooms clouded in smoke by souls that couldn't fly away
There IS beauty in pain
Do you stay long enough to find it?
That has always been the question
Her eyes were divine
Heavenly in a hellish way
Pulling you in at the same time burning every step you take
If looks could kill
I'd approach with my shovel and casket
In death we would still be in love
In death we would be still, and in love
Our bones stripped of their armour
Nowhere to run to
Trapped by the very earth that never afforded us freedom
Ironically now it embraces us
Sun rays
Rain falls
Tear ducts
When did it all become interchangeable?
We found solace in crowded rooms
Our thoughts pushed to the back of the crowd
Our thoughts mixed with the sounds we dance to
We barely think
We don't think at all
We think we know it all
We know we know nothing
Like how the flower grew
Who tended to it's pedals?
Who saw what the earth couldn't?