Our optics failed us once again
In hopes to find the perfect lens
Our signals read not what we meant

Our crosshairs tangled like a web

(And) We wont reach our aims

(If) Our scars lose their shape
(And) Our hearts will not break
If they're lit ablaze


Set the charge


To take a stand against the floor
I drank the static from the core
We'll find ourselves within the womb

Both untouched and unprepared to bloom

We're more than

The waisted
Vibrations that we comprise


Our eyes once
Existed
When they were open


I miscalculated the erasures in the snow
For my equations never had lines to show

But once the quadrants canceled,
(And) No station felt remote
The solar panels told me,

Revenge is best served cold

We set the charges

We filled the margins
We lit the fuses
We killed the tension


Our hearts are barricaded
With walls of steel

So we drank the liquid glass and
Our lungs are sealed