fallen off short from the top
at the station where i was dropped off
looking to the hills for some luck
looking to the hills cause im stuck
tears from the past try to creep
blinding my dreams as i sleep
taking out loans from my heart
breaking down walls that wernt there from the start
but now youve got to go
broken homes made from telegraph poles
cause now ive got to find
some sort of sense broken up from the lies
spirits and pathways
delusions and gateways
humanization in thick winding haze
angels send me your wings
on the breath of your heart strings
tugging and building
manifestations of miniscule literature
sealed with a kiss from a secret realm visitor
sealed with a kiss from a secret realm visitor
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