The broken

I followed your every move
In a stride that wills disguise.
A little markings clue defined.
Your red lips speak of painted figures,
The teeth of mangled little listeners,
The thoughts that hide your rusty scissors in,
And hold them in.
Swinging honesty across this violence,
Obscurity has no hero.

The world looks better when you're falling
Grace to comfort enough to crawl in
Divided we must pray for the broken, no one could fix us.
We are, we'll always be the wrong.

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Your touch seeds of emptiness.
The callous tips against the brush,
The world's now breaking off to curse

The world looks better when you're falling
Grace to comfort enough to crawl in
Divided we must pray for the broken, no one could fix us.
We are, we'll always be the wrong.

We are conspiring.

Where was your heart, when we needed it most?
Live in denial and i'll be your ghost.
There is nothing to let go, only time will let you know.
If you're worth anything, you'll know that i'm
Giving up way too early, let the axis turn you free,
And destroy everything you love.

The world looks better when you're falling
Grace to comfort enough to crawl in
Divided we must pray for the broken, no one could fix us.
We are, we are...
We are, we are...
We are, we'll always be the wrong