Hectic

I’ve already been there

You are here in every prayer

From each fallen eyelash

We make a new clean crystal glass

And it grows it grows

It’s getting close

Don’t tell me anymore that I don’t know how to speak

Can’t you see we’re burning?

The flames will give way to the morning

You don’t care about the wreckage

How can you avoid every message?

Something cannot be exceeded

When there is no edge

You don’t need it

Each word is selected

This is getting hectic