Destined as the servant
to the night where your moon dreams of the dirt
and the sharp tongue of your zealous will

Is only congruent
with the salt
in your mouth
and the approaching
eulogy of the world.

Is only congruent
with the salt in your mouth
and the approaching
eulogy of the world.

Lost in the patterns
of youth and the ghost
of your aches comes back
to haunt you.
And the forging
of change makes no difference.
Makes no difference.

Memories fly through the mask of your life
shielding you from time.
The years that birthed the shell
that you gained. Hunched over in apathetic grief
with a disregard for steps.

Except the one taken back.
Perched up on a rope
crafted in smoke/
a sword wielding death
that buried your hope.

Focusing on light through the blinds.
Focusing on light through the blinds.

A slave
to reality
under a monarch
in the sky.
Lost in the patterns of youth
where the windows shine brightly

Lost in the patterns of youth
where the windows shine brightly

Lost in the patterns of youth
where the windows shine brightly

Lost in the patterns of youth
where the windows shine brightly
back at you.

brightly back at you.

brightly back at you.


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Vertigo song meanings
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