Playing god and pointing fingers in every direction but our own is a beautiful way to live. Creating heavens out of ashes and reaching towards the sky with every pedestal possible. We've taken two steps out of a thousand. One small step towards understanding, and one giant leap towards murder. Look up at the sky and the wrists we've slit. Sucking the blood straight from the veins. Take a deep breath and make excuses for why it burns your lungs. These skylines stand like cemeteries with headstones for us all. This has risen from bare ground, everything we fabricate and call beauty. This is beauty with a gun in its mouth. This is not what was intended. Imagine walking in open fields with the ashes of generations sifting below your feet. Stepping over centuries of failure that have all come down to this. Serving an immediate purpose with an everlasting effect. Mother, this is a sign of our gratitude. Ripping the umbilical in half before conception. Your eulogy spilling from our cracked lips. We are your sons and daughters. We rake open your chest and watch the heart come to stillness.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
