Talking to the Dead

Synapses bloom on the dying tree
In the moments and when I see you in my dreams
Upright, pale staring straight through the body bag
Can't callus my heart when your mouths sewn shut
There's a stench in the grain, and it's making me go insane

Burning bright lights in the scattered skies
Seen through the lense of alabaster eyes

I'm talking to the Dead again
I'm talking to the Dead again
Why are you here?

Black benevolent tides continue to rise
Shaping my contorted stand
I breathe in your demise
These four walls, this home, this grave
These faculties I can't find, behind your lifeless eyes

Is this goodbye or this a game
God is making me go goddamn insane
What will it take for my peace of mind
Until I find the bright lights

Fear does not stop death it stops life



Credits
Writer(s): Garrett Sneed
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