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?