From thin air it forms
In mid-flight a crashing force succumbs
The kick is off
The chords are bland
I could care less for a written plan
Just sheath your ears and hum
I don't believe in love
The grace is none
The chance is all but gone
Perfection rests beneath
I dig with the flame but only come across
Hell
Gash at the tongue
A rash has begun
Incomplete like a dream
Forever one with dirt
I can't forgive in life
The abuse is just a part of who I am
We wait outside and look upon the beauty and the dead
For now we push to find the thing that we make