i'm dreaming backwards to a fallen time just one
voice scraping through a dying sky this rushing
view the broken demise a ritual i know deep
inside voice of granite the head of stone a soul
searcher roaming alone stitching closing mouth a
hardened soul let your eyes become the head of
stone i'm cracking backwards angels fallen sign a
whisper voice screaming to a dying sky this
rushing life quickens time inside and bats you
over staring into the line although my throat is
burning it must collapse from fear inside and all
the edges i polished from your view to change a
mind i swear i tried i am the head of stone isn't
iction what we make it as we struggle not to drown
overloaded empty space the silence fills the head
with sound imagine holding halos buried deep into
the dirty ground changing time evolves opinion
human lesson nature bound c
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