Marionettes
Kiss the pain that fate passed around
This kind hollows the inside
Just as it were another day of later age
You can't see through the windows
More like the shape of hate in your head
Passed in the handshake
A truth upon the tongue has placed a face
Upon the faults we call hopeless idiot
Cause the pattern reverberates
Out of care I fear the worst
This pause will trap us both in three words
Let the patterns hide their face
At your worst I seem to care
This pause will trap us both in three words
Bleed away the rust you housed and shaped in your synthetic heart
Of shades that mixed the blood that carries thoughts of your town
Burning down in spite of all the love you fail to dodge
Lets box and burn just like a wish we would've answered or seen through