take too long when the pressure is difficult to fight
something painted through the door keeps me from this existence
pace through the walls until belief strikes through lost photographs caught up against time
faceless voices appear behind your distant eyes
try to describe washed apart colors burning with a million visions
crawl past hospital wards
wake from tomorrow in the distant past
define our values falling past memorization
when i’m always at fault for the price I pay
conversations burning up from inside this fallen shelter
I heard cathedral bells lost in their minds
look across the ocean
step through paralyzed visions
empty out my pockets to where we belong
wait for this burning instinct to make it out on time
place this book through your hands
up on the inside recreation takes its toll
don’t try to cast judgement
burn past every secret yearned for
dust off part of every memory when we lose the thrill of a million places
faces stand in their way
a ladder to crawl through pieces of time
washed apart
stand through the distance
focus on right and wrong