oh in your voice can you breathe out anger?
in your temple is there room for a sinner?
choirs of your beauty whisper to the world, all i hear is screaming.you slip away, i notice it most then. You are not real, this i imagine. Sometimes we speak of you, sometimes he lets you in. in the end i guess we are one. if it matters (thankstoyou) you crash down (thankstoyou) sleep in my head, shatter like glass (thankstoyou). destroy us to get in. a simple pathology. is there room for the fallen? | 
