Cicada

Can you feel the wind beneath your hands
Can you wield the weight of your head

There's no fault if you fought
The middle caught the blame
Won't occupy the space
The space between the lines

Words spoken to ourselves
The longest war so far
Disturbance hidden in the frame
Words spoken to ourselves
The longest war so far
Mine the substance that keeps you enslaved

Stare at the void
The void stares back
See her eyes, hear her
Words are war
The longest war
We face down
Our demons now

The truth hurts, no soft fall from grace
The truth hurts, no soft fall from grace
The truth hurts, no soft fall from grace
The truth hurts, lies are worse
The truth hurts, no soft fall from grace



Credits
Writer(s): John Casale
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