The Disillisionist – Damiera – letras

the old man broken hands of building on ussealed shut swollen holding head in silencecorrected, i amyoung man idle and avoiding fasterpace make stalling years of vacant laughtereffectively declining urgency and momentsbalance to me, watching the others to befalling together begins falling apartcareless to keep, it tears the extremitycries the thrower as he throws his armall these years, what is there to be?what’s worth the open arms, what is it to me?bail! adjust the past, adjust the angle, adjust the noticewe already know that we set process to pass….barelyhow could love be asking of when i’ve been asking all the time?shocking to see…oh! thrower’s dramatically holding his arms back!blind, i’m bracing and choking up when i see us growing apart