hummed for a while
Violent ghosts sleep soundly in
Rationale won't always be
Right turns crash into
Incubus just tightened its
Grip the edge until
Weakness scouted by
Demons pray for our
Souls can't speak of the
Past our time to speak
Past our time to speak
Past our time to speak...
Earthquakes shatter the
Ground your healing in
Light hearts teach us to
Smile so eyes can't name our
Shadows have no say so just
Breathe the right kind of
Air 'way all of the
'sumptions made 'bout the
Past.
Our time to speak.
Our time to speak.
Our time to speak.
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