Were torn the propane lights apart, a joke gone to far
Our sides are still splitting.
At once we come one, burns sun
the smell of skin burning
A joke gone too far, our eyes spark from blue to white, stained gla** scars.
All in time the laughter breaks to dispare at mistakes made, born in seconds a life time.
We find ourselves, looking like strangers at times, at times it helps to step out from the light.
Red hands burnt black, clinging to windows cold touch.
Figures more, searching for air for their lungs.
This is my grace, burn down, slave faith
Will unbroken, strength unshruken.
Legs dont fail me now
Friends dont fail me now
Maybe this has gone to far