perfection, we cannot live as prophets
we cannot sleep tonight
given life's breath everyday's a privilege
nipping at our heels attempting to lead us off these cliffs
heartache navigate
we're taking the long way home
chalkline's traced but i haven't hit the ground just yet
looking up, they formed a circle/it starts to pour
this ledge is slippery when wet
i've got my best shoes on
tied so tight
reflecting light
they're waiting
they're planning
black umbrella day i wake to you
blind sided
sidestepping
my eye lids have been sewed shut
i can see between these threads
success, trial without a jury
i stutter indefense
focus on these veins
like highways, they bind and they twist
this witness bench has been empty
cells have clashed like head on collision course
chalkline's traced but i haven't hit the ground just yet
looking up, they formed a circle
it starts to pour this ledge is slippery when i got my best look on
smooth and suave
they push to shove

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