The Benign Author: Architect

I will travel through this dusty felt landscape I will travel in time somehow Somehow I will go back to where it all began Where it all started Where it all so I... Cut out the old soul But if it won't go The same grave that I fall entombs to remain The companion I loved and would love to say bye again. Through the tall grass and out the corkboard forest There's something left for the foliage and past experience I cannot forget my yellow winged bird above the trees I have traveled through this dusty felt landscape And things were so different this time around I cannot recall what really happened here Oh nostalgia you are the wintery cold of my heart But you can't kill my last wish. There's a cure for this I can figure this one out But it's starting to create a small form of doubt Conclude the day relax through your fingertips And unwind your mind. Epiphanies start in the head A construct believing we all should be dead Just wait for it. You know the pain resides in her lungs You know the pain resides in their lungs You know the pain resides in the lungs You know the pain resides in all of their lungs You know the pain resides in my lungs