on the brink again we stand
vacuum time sucks it in
over edge and over it
over played is over this
it's just us and we are done
done is free and free's release
release is sweet shirtless they see
wingless back trail of bleed
heartless thoughts and eyeless grins
scarred up chin it's not pretend
feeding want riding sin
chorused demons in our head
drowning in journaled paint
colorblind we suffocate
inhale smells accolades glue
good as new, we're good as new
and it's never enough
so enough never comes
spilling over tipping point
we're not done- but time is gone
scratching vinyl wax our thoughts
tripping over waterlogged
brushfires burning in our head
our desires are over fed
steamlined lips dam the curse
choices we've made we deserve
architects of this disease
ugly angels without wings
as we fall into black
outlined by the haunting facts
exposed holes and exposed face
are what's left of our reign
falling angels collide
in a world where no ones kind
but the soles on unworn shoes
are good as new good as new
The End