HEAVENSGATE: Give Birth to a Dancing Star
The salt from your tears burnt straight through my skin.
The salt from your tears burnt straight through my skin.
Didn’t I tell you not to look at the walls?
Delusions of grandeur used to subdue doubt.
My paper heart will fold.
I’ll watch you burn.
I’m building walls to climb just to believe in something more.
I know I’m lost but I wanna find myself while I’m alive.
Black temple, hallucinate.
I feel connect to their cries, crimson in their eyes.