either/or

In the trappings of the night
we have arrived

Where they've broken all the mirrors
and criticism runs like rivers

It gets bent out of shape here
And mortal beings can dissapear
These numbers will shine pure and clear
And oh as the sound distorts
My hands reach for an angel of sorts
We melt together and blend our thoughts
And we touch, oh we touch

Spinning out around and round
They bring us down to skim the ground
slow, slow, slow, slow
Scream behind a black and white screen
And to live with you how could it seem
because all we do is mask the dirt
to once more be clean

And in the blessing of the morning
We have left again





* this song is about nitrous oxide, im not condoning usage of it, but thats where it came from.

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Painstaking devotion and love
Surrendered to self preservation
From others who care for themselves
A blindness that touches perfection
But hurts just like anything else

Isolation, isolation, isolation