this is super lovely stuff man, keep it up!

super super rough draft and the masterings fucked cos i messed up the recording ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

eyes light the way
when meanings gone
as night turns to day 
and salves all wrongs 
hear me in the morning
when the strangled cries are ceasing
just for one more silent golden song

wings beat 
hands closed
mouthpiece 
swing low
grab for the light he said
clutching his cigarette
fire for breaking bread
bullet upside my head

splintered decay 
from the bombs 
from where I lay 
seems to throng 
around me, a warning 
of our orphaned fate repeating
all across the silent scarlet long 

wings beat 
hands closed
mouthpiece 
swing low
pass through the night prepared
chimneys and open air
people largely seem scared 
the firstborn has not been spared  

wings beating 
hands closing
mouth speaking
will broken 
the goodwill has not been spared
the bodies have been prepared 
something I should’ve said 
something I should’ve said

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