The Sun Turns Grey & The Rise of Starting Anew

Another year for things to be perfect.
Until the carcasses awake and run their fingers down your spine
And leave a chill deep in your bones that even death could not subside.

Because when you expect too much you get nothing,
And I've done this all before
Makin wishes and getting no answers to the questions that I've wondered
Just how long I'm willing to be silence before my lungs explode from containing air


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