EPT
An art, found inside a broken heart
A new start, found within an eye chart
A vision, visited more bars than a guard at a prison
Risen, up to the see the birth of the crimson
When the pigeons break wings.. man, we can't win
Second wind, end up barely breaking skin
Broken anatomy, every single sentence spoken in agony
Just a token little 'thank the academy', maybe a reverse alchemy
To try and find another side of me
One that'll say it ain't tied to me
I could set fire to it, burn this house of cards down
Sweep up the ashes and craft from them my own crown
Wipe the blood from my tears
And the joy from my years
I wanna vanish into the night sky, I wanna become a constellation
So even in that, I would never find elation
On and on and on (The will fades)
On and on and on (The dawn quickens)
On and on and on (The rose withers)
On and on and on
Ad Infinitum
Destined to repetition
That's how we bowl, only goal to find someone who'll listen
So aiming for a new lane, aiming for the pen
Aiming for the sunshine that settles against a mid-day fen
Postcards from the precipice, my genesis
It's generous, how the abyss caresses the blemishes
I'll be here until you decide to stay
I'll be here until the night fades to day
I'll be here.. amongst the grey clouds, the night shrouds
Activities, that stay here until they collect crowds
Collect dust in the dusk, there's no trust in a hush
No lust in a must, no gust in a husk
So let's walk away, put together our daises, forget where we came from
I know I've got some amount of heart, but truth is that I'm dumb
And I get too caught up in the moments
Caught up in the rib, cause trying to hold it leaves it broken
On and on and on (The rose taints)
On and on and on (The thorns fight)
On and on and on (The dusk bites)
On and on and on
Ad Infinitum
Forever, I'll hold this in my hands - just like stigmata
And that doesn't even matter
Cause I'll take the pleasure with the pain with the power
Take the meaning with the day's white flowers
Take the scarlet blood with the blue skies like who lies
About who lies, bypass the disguise and breakdown how a lie dies
How a truth begins, it blossoms not when we win
But when we exceed our anatomy and breaks skin
The mask that is skin sheds itself, past anatomy and excess
When we win the rose fades, cause truth can oppress
Death's a lie, we'll continue to repeat our actions until the end of days
I call that moment dusk, yeah, I call that moment a blaze
The snow that leaves the flowers white, there's no meaning in that
Unless you craft it, unless you let it pass you, unless you find it
And that doesn't even matter
Stigmata, just like how I'll hold this in my hands - forever
On and on and on (Deja vu)
On and on and on (Who are you?)
On and on and on (Who am I?)
On and on and on and on
Ad Infinitum
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