Faces born for war, hearts made for love. armed with the confidence conjured from a conscious conceit, a careful cross-examination consuming the clock. but I held that mirror! so Winning her a lost cause, With your eyes, your bones. I got water, I got holes. so human. human now.Walking the tiffany walls, yellow. The synonymous concept. Infirmed. Yet Caustic, The applause was; from calloused palms. Sweet talk, that drags you along, along for 3 silver suns and darkened rooms. Doesn’t seem that meaningful. Redlights and midnight, amber amber sea, empire sea, empires away, everything gets cross out and burried sparing sweet talk to drag you along; along alone. With your eyes your bones, I see holes, I see ghosts with parts of gold. I got water, I got holes. Human now.