The Broken

I followed your every move, in a stride that wills disguise Little markings clue defined. Your red lips speak of painted figures, the teeth of mangled little listeners, the thoughts that hide your rusty scissors in. Hold them in, swinging honesty across this violence. Obscurity has no hero. The world looks better when you're falling. Grace to comfort, enough to crawl in. Divided we must pray for the broken, No one can fix us. We are, we'll always be the wrong. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blaaah Your touch seeds of emptiness, The callous tips against the brush, The worlds now breaking off to curse. The world looks better when you're falling. Grace to comfort, enough to crawl in. Divided we must pray for the broken, No one can fix us. We are, we'll always be the wrong. We're conspiring. Where was your heart when we needed it most? Live in denial, and I'll be your ghost. There is nothing to let go. Only time will let you know. If you're worth anything you will know that I'm giving up way to early. Let the axis turn you free and destroy everything you love. The world looks better when you're falling. Grace to comfort, enough to crawl in. Divided we must pray for the broken, No one can fix us. We are, we are, We are, we are, We are, we'll always be the wrong.