Falling from our highs into warm, familiar lows
Closed stained glass eyelids
Pastel kaleidoscope -
We set a fire we can't outrun
The pounds of flesh that we owe will bleed us dry
If nothing but the very least of what we sow
My lungs are burning
Passionately, I profane
I yearn for patience but urgency has taken hold of me
Fear
Pain
Loss
All that we have shared
All the blood that brought us brotherhood
Where there is fire and brimstone opposition
When the clouds are ash and the sea is risen
I'll be opening old wounds
Because I can't let go
Terrified of everything that I have left to lose
Always