Vertical

Burning tongues of fire break the horizon
Chemical reactions electrify the clouds
Cannibal black holes down all the stars above
Balanced on a tightrope
I'm ready for the show

Dust your face with grout
The crowd comes with loud acclaim
Mark your lips with blood
Your smile reveals such a light

Are you ready to fall?

All is so bright
Everything is alright

When I don't want to feel
Death can be like a dream

Burning tongues of fire run throughout my bones
Chemical reactions are satisfying my soul
A Thousand broken calls hanging up the phone
Knelt down to a dead icon
I'm eating flash and blood

Dust your face with grout
The crowd comes with loud acclaim
Mark your lips with blood
Your smile reveals such a light

Are you ready to fall?

All is so bright
Everything is alright

When I don't want to feel
Death can be like a dream

In the aesthetics of the vertical fall

Dying is a delicate art
Ephemeral as beauty

Dried seeds of vanity

When I don't want to feel
Death can be like a dream