The Rose that Tints the Glass

So, Everything is prettiest from far away
Even scars can carry charm through a sparkled frame

Mental health romanticised and streamed into our living rooms
Has nothing on the oceans exploding in our swimming pools

Tired of feeling overwhelmed in a mess so infectious
You need to know abandon isn't always reckless

Our common ground is death, scatter me across it
Our matter doesn't matter, nor the value of our objects

Fiends for our tablets sedated in avarice
Creatures of habit just trying to find some happiness

Just another broken one picking up it's pieces
When they don't fit trying to fight the urge to leave it

For everyone a demon, angels are in short supply
Until we're left for dead, with those that fallen from high

So why am I under it's spell
But how my gonna fix the world when I cant fix myself

Life is brief but beautiful
Breathe it in consume the call
Kill the king and overhaul
Snip the strings and own the fall
Let go

Time will teach but kill it's class
Freedom lives in wilted past
Behind a rose that tints the glass
I don't know of this can last
Let go

So I've seen the purity of these and grazed on their presence
Humanity in rare form, endeavours for collection

I'll tether to those bonds, but seldom much else
And use that proximity to measure my wealth

Rats race in a maze for the gaudiest grave
I face the breeze and that performance of wave

Sunrays are hands of reassurance on a tough day
Cleansing hours under showers dancing to that thunders shake

Every cry for help rings a different tone
Adjust your eye line to sky lines, know your not alone

We're all aboard this rocket ship for advancement sake
Feted by that hell fire left its wake

I walk adjacent to the barrels of Ill fated crabs
Finding roses over slabs I pick them with these wilted hands
Ants hunt and gather for a fraudulent queen
I live a life that is awfully me

Life is brief but beautiful
Breathe it in consume the fall
Kill the king and overhaul
Snip the strings and own the fall
Let go

Time will teach but kill it's class
Freedom lives in wilted past
Behind a rose that tints the glass
I don't know of this can last
Let go