In the grey of yesterday, a breeze blew over exposing a memory so small

Song of the day;;




Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
The kind you'd find on someone I could save
If they don't put me away
Well, it'll be a miracle


Do you believe you're missing out

That everything good is happening somewhere else?
But with nobody in your bed
The night's hard to get through


And I will die all alone

And when I arrive I won't know anyone


Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again

So what did you do those three days you were dead?
'Cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend


Well, Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die

I'm a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot?
Do I float through the ceiling?


Do I divide and fall apart?

'Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
And the ship went down in sight of land
And at the gated, does Thomas ask to see my hands?


I know you're coming in the night like a thief

But I've had some time alone to hone my lying technique
I know you think that I'm someone you can trust
But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up


So do you think we could work out a sign

So I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try


I know you're coming for the people like me

We all got wood and nails
We're tongue-tied to a hating factory
Yeah, we all got wood and nails
We're tongue-tied to a hating factory
Yeah, we all got wood and nails
And we sleep inside of this machine

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