The Benign Author: Architect

I will travel through this dusty felt landscape
I will travel in time somehow
Somehow I will go back to where it all began

Where it all started
Where it all so I...

Cut out the old soul
But if it won't go

The same grave that I fall entombs to remain
The companion I loved and would love to say bye again.

Through the tall grass and out the corkboard forest
There's something left for the foliage and past experience
I cannot forget my yellow winged bird above the trees

I have traveled through this dusty felt landscape
And things were so different this time around
I cannot recall what really happened here

Oh nostalgia you are the wintery cold of my heart
But you can't kill my last wish.

There's a cure for this I can figure this one out
But it's starting to create a small form of doubt

Conclude the day relax through your fingertips
and unwind your mind.

Epiphanies start in the head
A construct believing we all should be dead

Just wait for it.

You know the pain resides in her lungs
You know the pain resides in their lungs
You know the pain resides in the lungs
You know the pain resides in all of their lungs
You know the pain resides in my lungs