الأغاني: Under A Dying Sun. Helps To Purity*.

was there a lesson in this? i close my eyes and wait for you to sanctify these holes in my hands just from holding on. i know that we can't breathe when we're tied in knots, so you're stealing my breath before i have a chance to scream. was there a reason to this? all my hopes played a backseat to your dreams. not these hands. not these words. i tried to keep them safe. not these hands. not these words. but they broke the moment i fell. i've spent four years picking them up. when the curse of my love forced your pride to leave, did it feel like murder? or did you feel it at all? this is the moment, and it's given back.