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Dancing crazed and forgotten;
six halls
one heart.
One million ways to hold onto silhouttes. Ignored by tattered lips, broken calls.
It's like you've run out on yourself.
Split between death,
good fortune and a staggering breath.
A broken key for a faulty lock.
A fevered pray for a dying flock.
Like consonants without vowels.
Jagged tongue wag, incessant stones passed- other hours merely forgotten.
It is with a dream and a heart that we proceed.
Not a thought to leave not another lifetime we need.
And though we may look behind;
this visions' seductive glance,
we will pick up our pride and loosen our impenetrable stance.
six halls
one heart.
One million ways to hold onto silhouttes. Ignored by tattered lips, broken calls.
It's like you've run out on yourself.
Split between death,
good fortune and a staggering breath.
A broken key for a faulty lock.
A fevered pray for a dying flock.
Like consonants without vowels.
Jagged tongue wag, incessant stones passed- other hours merely forgotten.
It is with a dream and a heart that we proceed.
Not a thought to leave not another lifetime we need.
And though we may look behind;
this visions' seductive glance,
we will pick up our pride and loosen our impenetrable stance.
Lyrics submitted by DarkerShadeofWinter
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My interpretation is that words can break hearts and that sometimes there is nothing you can do to take back the words you've said. And in the end, sometimes what you can't spend a lifetime of dwelling on what happened and just move on.
"Fucked up at the very end."
"No, it's good, dude."
should be:
Not a thought to leave behind not another lifetime we need.