these cracking bones corrupted their way towards your silhouette sacrosanct and smooth the flicker of halogen like candles in churches i never worshipped a thing of beauty perhaps for those with eyes still in sockets i can't believe in anything anymore this air surrounding no crown but hood a fabric of lies and i cannot breathe this crackling dust erupted from wires transmitting what was once opiate an abstracted projection of desires injected as quickly as possible into giddy nervous fools a thing of joy perhaps for those with nerves unfrayed i can't believe in anything anymore this air surrounding no crown but hood a fabric of lies and i cannot breathe