It’s a habit
It’s all good
I fall in a hole (loser)
Fade in symphonic
Like the phone that’s dialing
Alone again
Unknown again
If we want to plug in
The hardness, the feeling
To turn into silence
Then we won’t survive
But we ought to
We ought to
This mirror weighs a ton but at least we act sudden
All the words are gone
But the radios in your head still speak the arcane to the out there
We’re never really done but we’re here to wax sunny
All the kings are gone
But the maniac in your head still sleeps in archways alone as an act of faith
All the worlds are gone