Please don't
Listen to the thoughts breaking
I won't
Wonder why I'm still faking
She knew
And let this go without it spoken
I paused
And softly hit the ground, shaking
Let go
The silence here could be the finest
I know
The words we say are never final
She sees
The look on my face when I'm flaking
Then pose
The answer to our dark salvation
Feelings from the sound from the land of the darkness
Come on, let it land, let it land, let it destress
People turn around at the sound of the church bells
People turning blind to the people who are not themselves
Come on catch the sound, let it rain on the wastelands
You play a wicked game but you're not quite yet faceless
In a rut, you're away, taken by authorities
They say, they say, they say
Pineapples are the worst fruit
Turn around, you're still not ready to shoot
Find happiness - it's seldom seem, there's seldom any reasoning
The cracks crack more inside the cracks that are in between
Pineapples are the worst fruit
Turn around, you're still not ready to shoot
Find happiness - it's seldom seem, there's seldom any reasoning
The cracks crack more inside the cracks that are in between