I’m sinking faster and faster, between heaven and disaster. Sorry if I made you feel like I’m standing on the borderline.
He is the flint that sparks the lighter and the fuel that holds the flame.
I’ve been trying to fix my pride but that shits broken.
their music echoed through the night.
Bleeding the need to feel warmth;
lonely shadows haunted by moonlight.
restricted by the decree of choice.
Through illicit chemicals,
that imperfect human finally found her voice.