just like in a bad dream the picture varies i fit in the splinters of a goddamn broken mirror it would show me something on all paralysed hours of nearing times about me can you know more meanwhile someone must have robbered all the night’s remaining honor dark just did what it could do nothing but that i can’t see you casting shadow just like skin casting me down no more casting aside what i made of casts away my distant core every steps just like tanging my legs are like hammers on a bell reverberating through the walls till i find balance on the edge tear one sheet from backside maybe one tear can help to set you free the album’s burning before none remains but coal | 
