A Sequence Of Ghosts - The Bee & Its Swarm Lyrics
Our minds grow high with thoughts*That are branches over everyoneWe have to make alters, we have to make altersThis city of sin has me convincedI'm jaded to thisI have to make an alter, I have to make an alterI have something hereWhere are my eyes, where are my earsWhere are my eyesI am a machineI can't feel anything, I can't feel anythingDo I make you weak?Do I make you question everythingMy hour is coming it's coming I swearThank God my mistakes are covered by graceI'll plead forgivenessI'll be honest by lying to youI've believed a liarAnd I've built a wall to block my prayers from heavenWhen all I wantedWas to feel loved, was to feel lovedWe will meet you hereThe places we call home the places we fall shortI've lived inside of my head as a criticI've tossed and turned all nightI've coincided my thoughts and actionsI've tossed and turned all nightThis is the problem wait for it wait for itThis is the problem wait for it wait for itYou are the dammedWhen all of this was meant to be for your gloryAll of this was meant to be for your glory