I'm not the print on the cinch,
in sections I fist.
I've tested this formation 1000 times.
And we all struggle to feed the machine.
I've tested this formation 1000 times.
Many more will exceed the limits of this false healing.
I'm not the print on the cinch.
In sections I fist.
Too much traction on the set of reality.
I feel today knows no pain.
It swells over.
Step hole crumbles and I find myself accepting that it's over for me.
Shalom be the fire (fighter) underneath it all...
I've tested this formation 1000 times.
And still many more will exceed these limits.
I've tested this formation 1000 times.
Their visions for the masses fall short of complete.
Step hole crumbles and I find myself accepting that it's over for me.
Shalom be the fire (fighter) underneath it all.
We have yet to find a reason it all comes back to you.
We are the countless brooms cleaning up after these head-strong mules.
We breath the freon that allows this elation.
It's revealing...in the light.
- and we
all struggle to feed the machine - 1000 times - many more will exceed the limits of this
false healing - it swells over - step hole crumbles and I find myself accepting that
it's over for me - shalom be the fire (fighter) underneath it all - 1000 times tested -
and still many more will exceed these limits - 1000 times - their visions for the masses
fall short of complete - we have yet to find a reason it all comes back to you - we are
the countless brooms cleaning up after these head-strong mules - we breath the freon that
allows this elation - it's revealing in the light