A Violent Grace
Just breathe in fumes exhumed from our last days
Stretched and worn so thin, fall deep into
Behind the shadows and translucent skin, we can't find our way home
We slept through these days in shallow graves
As we tasted wants so pure, we fell deep into
Behind the shadows and translucent skin, we can't find our way home
Are we drifting through the hum?
Such a violent grace it holds