I lost my heart in the plane crash
While others search for the canvas

Paint the world
The stained glass aspect

They bring injury
And neglect

The chapel is full of spectators
The streets are lined with ambers

While the stethoscopes still survey the pules

Push the hand away
The hand that feeds

How can you forget that?

All of this noise is causing turbulence

Evaluate the scar
Neutralize the one you love

I can’t breath
I can’t specify
All I can do is lament.



Alright it kinda jumps around but this is what i was thinkin

you could have built something so beautiful it can be broken in the blink of
an eye(stained glass aspect)
and everybody watches while everything is falling apart(The chapel is full
of spectators, The streets are lined with ambers)
eventhough you want something and it will hurt you in the long run push it
away(Push the hand away, The hand that feeds
How can you forget that?)and i cant talk about it anymore(I can’t breath, I
can’t specify, All I can do is lament.)

and there you go thats what i was thinking.



 
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