Drowse
Stagger
At the junction of eyes
Faces
Tumbling
Tilt-shift periscope vision
Crackle
Pectoral sink
If only I knew better how to straighten my spine
Silent
Deafening
Shrieking
Dampening
A mess of colours
Tears frazil at dawn
How do I know what will leave the least amount of strife?
Flushed frontal lobe
A clearing for thought
I’d go for option four if I didn’t manifold
Exhaust
Reckless movement
Hanging
Pills of no return sedatives
Submerging
Hypothermia
They all leave
Unbеarable passive scars
The wеight is too great to carry
Even before it’s done
I spent years pondering why things turned out the way they did
And whether or not I would be able to change
Old souls into something
That would redeem
My discoloured heart
Did I choose the right return?
Did they respond the way I hoped?
Now that they’re gone, I know the full extent of my pain
It is time to revive and get well before I wither away
It is time to revive and get well before I wither away
It is time to revive and get well before I wither away
It is time to revive and get well before I wither away
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Messier 16 Lyrics – Sigma