Break this fall by looking glass discreetly
Strip away the flesh and bone that hold me tightly
Take it all, the innocence of sleeping
In diamonds rusted on my throne that kill me sweetly
Spread these broken wings
I wanted nothing more
Than the pleasure you would bring
An afternoon before
The Everything
Lay me down and burn your little fingers
On my temple deep, I love the pain that lingers
Let the TV sing with never ending strangers
Pull me from this sleep and hide behind the rising sun
Spread these broken wings
I wanted nothing more
Than the pleasure you would bring
An afternoon before
The Everything
The newborn
The lonely
The ones who think they have it all
The needle
The sickness
The friend you asked to take the fall
The living dead
The justified
The pawn shop beggar swinging
The fall from grace
The rising tide
While I consume the everything
Spread these broken wings
I wanted nothing more
Than the pleasure you would bring
An afternoon before
The Everything
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