so this is my last transmission 
the words that soon fall to dust
(no I won't be home on this day) 
(no I won't be home on this day)
no I won't be home on this day
and in these fists was held 
questions unanswered 
and it is killing me (killing me)
and it is killing me (killing me)

kiss of black on our lips 
lungs breaking cave in 
so forget these words 
spoken in sequence 
won't be our last 
plain wrapped brown package 
placed in our arms 
tied up with string explodes 
scanning horizon feel skin get numb 
this begins the fall
words begin the fall

we woke up on the day before 
we were handed the open book 
(chamber clicks pin breaks the shell)
when hands fell from mid face 
to block our eyes from sore 
seeing more fingers make 
a picket fence holding with 
what we know fading slowly 
from our eyes to white lights 
this was all this was all 
this was all this was all

kiss of black on our lips 
lungs breaking so cave in 
so forget these words 
spoken in sequence
plain wrapped brown package 
placed in our arms 
tied up with string explodes 
scanning horizon feel skin get numb 
this begins the fall
words begin to fall
way to go 
wait it won't be long
wait it won't be long

climbing up these mixblade spires
(climbing up these mixblade spires)
in our hopes they would find us 
(climbing up these mixblade spires)
(in our hopes they would find us 
wait it out drop satellites 
(drop satellites)
for just tonight give it up
(for just tonight)
(climbing up these mixblade spires)
(in our hopes they would find us 
this was ours this was ours 
(this was ours this was ours )

plain wrapped brown package 
placed in our arms 
tied up with string explodes 
scanning horizon feel skin get numb 
this begins the fall
words begin to fall
plain wrapped brown package 
placed in our arms 
tied up with string explodes 
scanning horizon feel skin get numb 
this begins the fall
words begin to fall

till the clouds bring on the rain 
watch as faces fall everyday 
letting it worsen they'll never learn
you knew we knew just not enough
so now back to the pretty ballets 
slabs of rockwalls where spires climb
so tall the wheat fields 
so tall the wheat fields
growing up too much 
trench road says i'm free i'm free
the head bumps ahead bleeding 
from burning sun

lungs breaking so cave in
lungs breaking so cave in
lungs breaking so cave in
lungs breaking so cave in
lungs breaking
lungs breaking so cave in
lungs breaking
lungs breaking so cave in
so cave in
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