At8

Staying sleeplessly in harm
Only painting away the dark
Impulses
Divide them
I can't remember
December
The way you were
Stuck on the image
Even farther
The light is dead
The visions fade
Its killing us all

Take back the images so flown
The way it was before
You fucking lost yourself again
And again its like were never here
We never really thought
that we were imagining it

You want it you had it you
Get it give me the automatic

A frozen state of disarray
To focus
Critical and vague
Intentions surround me

Will you wake us up

There we are in red
And the wheels of heaven stop
Time is up
We're never going to make it

Die alone
Paper for my faith
Impulses divided