Vincent from New Aesthetic by Prize The Doubt

My cells are dying
Life is but a dream
And it seems
Like I'm waking
I see my dead wife, she says
Stop leaving roses, at my grave
There's a curtain of darkness
Could you please lift it over me
Hang Your Hopes
My eyes never close
Our names are hollow
Ships in the sand
The earth is sinking
1 nation drowning
Carbon is Building
She never stopped leaving
There is a humming of absence
And it drives me to madness
The earth is sinking
1 nation drowning
6 feet below
A porcelain mannequin
My once fierce darling
To whom I gave everything
Haunted by that smile, frozen
She's the type of girl
I might need a pick axe
To get to your heart
I've got a weak back
From a lack of moral support
The strength of your faith
Is a candle is a hurricane
The ash trees we breathe
Will give us air
All are born, to burn, for sympathy
I've got no place to go
The soil is sprouting thorns

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