Everything was fine until every little piece broke in two.
splinters break every bit of skin, causing emotions to fill the air until they run dry.
i`ll contribute to these mistakes, burning lies into each others hands.
i hope we find, the pinpoint hidden in your eye. to extract all of this hope.
you`re the reason bridges are burned and angels die.
hunting tracking and trapping without a trace.
i`ll forget this was no mistake
dont bleed them dry, until everything is left a mess.
before, you`re god damn f**king right about the fall.
i`ll kill this littlest piece of hope.