did we pretend to connect in Meadows
imagine the naked engulfing flame
dancing with our bonded flickering shadows
where there are no more gods to blame
or while our eyes were closed in praise
did the rain fall drowning our living star
so we’d slip and slide into these dark days
where sacrifices never change who we are
cause cupids build cathedrals of doubt
and those industrial fear factories sprout
polluting dreamland landscapes all about
where lonely aching hearts go to bleed out
after cupids shovel has filled the soul in
with putrefied dirt
when cupids shovel has filled the soul in
with putrefied dirt
did we blissfully ignore the fact all things end
why weren’t we taught resurrection was a myth
that times moonshine is not the elixir to mend
in a garden of wilting roses truth is the scythe
scientists rejoice when they see a dying star
yet we never had seeds of suicide in our heart
we believed we’d survive our conjoined scars
yet two darken celestial bodies are drifting apart
cause cupids build cathedrals of doubt
and those industrial fear factories sprout
polluting dreamland landscapes all about
where lonely aching hearts go to bleed out
after cupids shovel has filled the soul in
with the blacken earth
when cupids shovel has filled the soul in
with the blacken earth
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