Converge : Petitioning the Empty Sky


1. The Saddest Day

And we won't be breathing in that same sun again. None of this will ever surface again. How we get older, how we forget about each other. And the angel falls to the sky. Raised and colled she blessed this day she did. And it rings our ears. She rarely flies anymore, burden broke her wings. And I know this ghost, i have seen it before. Young it is the dying to fast, too soon, i'll be okay. The air thins in the quick and our lips move but we hear no sound. Every time you justify, another good in you dies. Faith and fear sears me, and love and you pull all the right strings. "How we get older, how we forget about each other" she said. Entwined within the sadder of days.

2. Forsaken

The cedar doesn't do much for these memories. I am as cold as the monuments you left for me, and another one passes in the evening. A knee deep grave and the two that raised, and a tin box fot the two that i loved. And i carry on. Please, lay out my best suit for me, and tell me every word you want to hear. Every word you have said to yourself to be perfect in the end. And i carry on. A tin box for the two that love. Carry on.

3. Albatross

Five lives dead and gone. We breathe out of key and wonder. If you can hear the awkwardness in these tremors. Draining, cutting, this cancer out. Teeth gaping yet i make no sound. Six hammers and one sky, falling. Five lives dead and gone. Mediocrity in believing in everything, and this lack of will has buried them forever.

4. Dead

You never loved me. Now i cannot lie down in that bed. I cannot lie down in all of those old fears. I haven't slept, singe the colors from my glances. If i was bleeding, would you tell me? If i was saying, would you hear me? You asked for everything, but never loved. If i was praying, would you kill me? You never loved me. Dead.

5. Shingles

I float above and these wings catch, and your sky hold you so beautiful. And i understand if all this comes falling because my sky already has. And my head bows, all of this i know. All of your precious love, you can paint as light as you see. And you can make reasons for everything But as long as i dream some things will always be. Gun in my mouth, i pray for the sunshine. Gun in my mouth, i pray for the sunshine.

6. Buried But Breathing

For the dyin beautiful, and the infinite end. I never got to say, I never had the chance to listen. I missed this train. Buried but breathing, this evening sleeps. Buried but breathing, these devils weep

7. Farewell Note To This City

Disenchanting the romantic. This is the real, this is the shame. These limbs search feverishly for the gift of gravity. Coarse twine tears clean. And i have thought about this very instance for all time. Decades longer that you or I. Crimson comforting, scorching this flesh, giving its caring for me. And i have thought about these moments for all time. Dangling from a silver lining. These lungs welcome the crimson tides of misfortune. Hell to pay, this is my farewell to this city.

8. Color Me Blood Red

Please love, just come home again. Just let this one pass, there will be another. And this after before the pain. Every deliberate hangs by my left hand. Those eyelids and this warm water floods my nostrils. Neck deep, i cry high. Together we sleep, slouched discolored porcelain. Dreaming of those elucid moments when smiles hang high. Limbs outsretchded, a bad moon rising. Faucet turning. Desolation churning. Drowning in what we've become. Neck deep, i cry high. I have spilled and you cannot fathom the notion, that it was the end of something. This is the end

9. For You

And I cannot stop shaking because you cannot stop shaking
and these chords they are trembling because your words they are bleeding
And these holes in my hands are for you, just for you
She called out to her maker to now be her savior
My love, these holes in my hands are for you, just for you

10. Antithesis

Idle chatter sounds much better to the absent mind.
Govern me, kill thy master.
You will not enslave me.
THe root is bitter but the fruit is sweet, but not exempt from criticism.
Small pox friendship.
You die, I take, you are the new slave.
Don't call me god, because I don't have a disease.
What is cold to you is love to me.
Savior seething, rolling you in, cherub in red said there's nothing to see here.
Hallowed be who art in heaven, I refuse to call that fucker by name.

11. Homesong

For words, two minutes, three years
for my fingertips to grow numb
Could this be the moment
when the "finally" becomes the "wish i could"?
Desperation and outstretched memories
now I see you only in bad dreams
I never reset
I only see you in bad dreams
Let me explain
Close enough to feel your words
Far enough to read your flesh

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