Crash
I am me, I am you, I am what I shall be, I am what I am,
Lost within the stilled motion of running to where I stand,
You are my perfect lie, I am no longer the truth you demand,
I shall be patient and shelter my purity beneath this cursed land.
If each hair on me is a painful song I've led,
If each hair on me is another burden I've bled,
If each hair on me is a happy thought turned dead,
Then mark my shoulders, and put scars on my shaved head.
Crash into me, rid me of you,
I am your mistake, you are mine, too.
Crash into me, save me of us,
I am your mistake, you are my lust.
Feel the sunrise on your neck, for it is another new day,
Feel the whispers on your ear, listen to the secrets we say,
Feel the gentle needles piercing, a new path into life... a new way,
Feel the time diminish and deplete, only then shall you begin to pray.
One morning I shall wake, stretching my arm on the horizon entire,
Opening my hand to witness a black flower blooming to inspire,
A deadly vector that seeks the warmth of your burning fire,
A confession of a king's love... unconditional to his burning poetic empire.
Crash into me, rid me of you,
I am your mistake, you are mine, too.
Crash into me, save me of us,
I am your mistake, you are my lust.
