Текст песни Wake Grief - homestretchart

The instrument is the end of all beginnings
The instrument is the outbreak of truth to bear
The lyrics are in short
A means of social skimming
The friend. Retort a final cry. Resort
To apathy of chains unended

The promise of a life. Unbended to a normality of speech and will
Of praise. Undying. Ending
The object still
Of structured. And of ease
Objects flow
But truth grows. When faced with the end of those whose shots abide by
Do you acknowledge? The words to which I'm silent?
The logic streamed. Bending. Projecting
Onto screens. The glow of which you hide behind?
Or abide by. Traits of new forthcomings

Truth be told. I'm not worth singing
And do be known. I'm only gleaning

What can be known. I'm only guessing at
Wind only blows the trees one time
Words fly below your gaze of endearment. To those I know and those I
Hate
Do only know. I grieve for you. I do not truly long to go

I only fight. Only love. Only buy back from you. The things I do not give

The ending. Is the beginning

The truth is your lie I know