These head wounds won't heal until we find home or somewhere closer than this.
Creations! The promise of a life alone,
with no hope and no love,
It's time for the nightmares to stop.

We paint the town black with the flags that our children will lay over coffins of ours.
We paint the town blue with these eyes that watch you.

Please tear away these chains that keep our minds in line.

The gathered crowd creates a ghostly silhouette of quickly turning tables. They're softly spinning webs.
You were caught cutting the net.

With these weapons you built, and motor skills instilled,
From these hospital beds, we'll find you.
My eyes; the fractured hulls of the ships we've built to find you.
Creations! the promise of a life alone;
We'll find you.
Our lives are twisted tails of textbook decent in dead black ink.

(We are not so different, we are much the same, we are not so different now)


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