perfection, we ca nnot li have a s prophets
we ca nnot sleep tonight
given lifes brea th everyda ys a privilege
nipping a t our heels a ttempting to lea d us off these cliffs
hea rta che na viga te
were ta king the long wa y home
cha lklines tra ced but i ha vent hit the ground just yet
looking up, they formed a circle
it sta rts to pour
this ledge is slippery when wet
i have got my best shoes on
tied so tight
reflecting light
theyre wa iting
theyre pla nning
bla ck umbrella da y i wa ke to you
blind sided
sidestepping
my eye lids ha ve been sewed shut
i ca n see between these threa ds
success, tria l without a jury
i stutter indefense
focus on these veins
like highwa ys, they bind a nd they twist
this witness bench ha s been empty
cells ha ve cla shed like hea d on collision course
cha lklines tra ced but i ha vent hit the ground just yet
looking up, they formed a circle
it sta rts to pour this ledge is slippery when i got my best look on
smooth a nd sua ve
they push to shove
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