Heavy Halos from Future Orphans by American Standards

To have these wings
And then to watch them collapse
Upon the weight
Of all the morals you lack
A sad bird
Sad song
Sad son of a bitch
To see the sky
But never fly into it

We are the swine
Beggars heart and lovers mind
Condemned to death
War in peace with baited breath
Stand in the line
For the leaches to drain us dry
We are the swine
Beggars heart and lovers mind

A lesson taught to persevere
He gave the blind the gift of fear
On darkest days doth not appear
They felt twofold the end is near

Wish I could close my eyes
To see what you see
But I can’t cover my ears
Ignoring everything

May death tremble to take us all

There is comfort in nothingness
Free from all the pain
And the memories that we made
Are all that remain

Branches entwine
Roots rot below

Let us show
The filth in fluorescent neon nights
Illuminate the grift
While they’re all killing time
Just killing time

Let me see
What I need
Let me be
Let me bleed

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