Two steps to the left is no longer a sword A shadow that lingers like dust in the room

I'm a blade of light that lies at the core A wound dressed in silk, still an open tomb

Your threats are riddles, half-truths in the skies A camo enclosure should truly be here

Our fights are fossils locked in our pride I tally the cracks, you dismiss how I feel

Do I cut the thread or let it fray? Forgiveness is a taxidermy work of art

If I pull your hooks from my veins this day Will scars start to heal or remain in my heart

The dark still perks at the ghost of your name A habit persists in the unreasonable fear

I whisper I'm sorry, it echoes the same A sugary promise dissolved into clear

They say rage dies like a car alarms call A blip in the static, a half-truth, a lie

But you're the cold draft that fosters my fall A chill with no source, just a line in the sky

Do I cut the thread or let it fray? Forgiveness is a taxidermy work of art

If I pull your hooks from my veins this day Will scars start to heal or remain in my heart

Of all the exits, relearn my name I rewrite the rules of this asymmetrical zone

The algebra's flawed but our heart is the flame And somewhere the answers, our hearts turn to stone

You write the rules of this asymmetrical zone The algebra's flawed but our heart is the flame

And somewhere the answers, our hearts turn to stone A chill with no source, just a lie in the sky

You write the rules of this asymmetrical zone The algebra's flawed but our heart is the flame

And somewhere the answers, our hearts turn to stone A chill with no source, just a lie in the sky

Do I cut the thread or let it fray? Forgiveness is a taxidermy work of art

If I pull your hooks from my veins this day Will scars start to heal or remain in my heart

Of all the exits, relearn my name I rewrite the rules of this asymmetrical zone

The algebra's flawed but our heart is the flame And somewhere the answers, our hearts turn to stone

Our hearts turn to stone