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Burn the brittle bones, bursting bright before your own eyes.
Graying out the sayings they shout, while simply floating away.
Sliding away simple things, for long shot hopes and dreams, all that work way through all the things that seem.
But should I trace the clouds, would it move the shroud, that hides the world from all of our sight?
Don't ask me, tell me, can I fix this world in only one night?
But kid, that smoke is already clear, now noone wants near, what we thought it might be.
So don't you see the shroud was there, and there lays no fear, for we fight our days, one move, and another play across this board, each place a meaningful grace, 'cross this race of life.
Can I see that it might collapse? There might be a relapse, and you might be comin' back. But the anxiety of the attack is worth less than the blood you'll bleed, all thinkin' it's what you need.
It's through each scar, and old cigarette burn that we learn our own path, but we still wonder what happened last.
I could say, that I just sit here and pray, but I'd be a lying fool, but sometimes you must lie, simply to rule the world that wraps the bonds stronger, and longer than before.
So kid, I'm tellin you, sometime you're gonna have to take that door.
There's a reason that sinks through, and soaks the surroundings.
No matter how hurtful, no matter how confounding, it's meant to be, you can see, and you'll find, it won't leave you blind, but oh so alive, and there you will strive through the life to be lived, just don't blink, or you'll find you're not a kid.

Description
Burn the brittle bones, bursting bright before your own eyes.
Graying out the sayings they shout, while simply floating away.
Sliding away simple things, for long shot hopes and dreams, all that work way through all the things that seem.
But should I trace the clouds, would it move the shroud, that hides the world from all of our sight?
Don't ask me, tell me, can I fix this world in only one night?
But kid, that smoke is already clear, now noone wants near, what we thought it might be.
So don't you see the shroud was there, and there lays no fear, for we fight our days, one move, and another play across this board, each place a meaningful grace, 'cross this race of life.
Can I see that it might collapse? There might be a relapse, and you might be comin' back. But the anxiety of the attack is worth less than the blood you'll bleed, all thinkin' it's what you need.
It's through each scar, and old cigarette burn that we learn our own path, but we still wonder what happened last.
I could say, that I just sit here and pray, but I'd be a lying fool, but sometimes you must lie, simply to rule the world that wraps the bonds stronger, and longer than before.
So kid, I'm tellin you, sometime you're gonna have to take that door.
There's a reason that sinks through, and soaks the surroundings.
No matter how hurtful, no matter how confounding, it's meant to be, you can see, and you'll find, it won't leave you blind, but oh so alive, and there you will strive through the life to be lived, just don't blink, or you'll find you're not a kid.