This still life It looks like Motion is gaiting unexpectedly One judgment Will define Recycled emotions Underlined vindictively Misplaced aggression and a half-hearted smile Give regret a whole new meaning Replace transition With a full lb Of style To try and read What's on The ceiling Living in fear of a future this rares denial. Bringing back the dead Infected affection Falling apart from the seams of your heart is this cycle. We're just left for dead... This still light. It looks bright Showcasing your love on Filtered, so fair These judgments Create criiiiimes. Forcing the witness eyes A blank stare Revolting obsession The other's denial Push at the knees before kneeling No definition Not even worth wile Apart from forgetting living in fear Of a future that rare's denial Bringing back the dead Infected affection Falling apart from the seams of your heart is this cycle We're just left for dead...