Dark, poetic like the ghost I'm finding out, it's not as it goes Like a box of sin held deep within Suffocate the masses and war begins Fight violent eyes and sleeper skies I'm not made for you Oh i'm not made for you. Skies of the lightest blue All the while, i'm missing you And i'd think for hours, with dim lights and heart That i'd see you and feel you Inside my arms. Inside my heart So dark and poetic, like the ghost you may have tamed Inside your heart, inside your name translate, fixate, locate the space Watching the hours and the clock grows a face Now i sing "Oh farewell" I sing "Wish for me now" We scream lies all about this faulty fucked dream Ending with the faults And down with our skulls The little bugs on the walls, made to crawl Mind bumps itself again Torturous ravens, mockingly is it Upon the highest mountain The lowest pits... I've screamed this out louder than you could have guessed. Ends without starts are starts once again What if I said I love you, loved you before would your heart be a mirror? Sharp edged if broken, pieces apart Endless supply of fucked up heart.