Am I meant to be a sinner or testifies it just of betrayal,
To hang pictures on the wall of my own blood drawn history?
Crowded! Surrounded! The judgement day!
Ghosts never sleep They're hiding in shivered glass to wait for the dead
Now gutting warmth of a cut drags me along dead water
I feel like 10 years icebound, floating like the fog over a ghost city
Nowhere Anywhere But none else there
Can't you hear it growl over the rail yard? Be quiet
They are arriving in chariots! Riding doomed horses of fire!
I'm begging on my knees for an act of grace, but the term exceeded!