Out, Brief Candle Lyrics

I am a crooked masterpiece.
I stand at your feet,
gasping in awe of my crimes,
my crimes unforgiven.
This is a grinding,
This is a halt.
This is a slaughter
Of all I love.
This is a binding,
This is my fault.
This is a message
For loathing hearts.
Chariot
Chariot
There is a yearning
For the words unsaid.
There are times I tried
To be myself.
My life in glass houses
Comes to an end.
Every lie in harmony

Enters the light.
Break these
Rose red
Eye lids.
Hold your
Loose grip.
Sink your
Blade in
Our heart.
I am a crooked masterpiece.
I stand at your feet,
gasping in awe of my crimes,
my crimes unforgiven.
There is sickness in this water,
These riverbeds of drought.
There is sickness in this water,
This candle must burn out.
A chariot awaits us.
Swirls of fire in the wind,
Divide our hopeless hearts.
Find a glass worth looking in,
To progress we must endure.
An apology in
Wretched turmoil.
I want to feel again,
There are times
I feel broken.
There are times
I am unwanted.
There is bittersweet in every moment
We're at sea.
You form in
Every stream and
Every mark along my palm.
It's the beauty of gardens
Against glass against
Everything in azure.

I am just the knots.
A broke finale:
Spoken final words
In heaven.
All is lost
In these pages,
In this bible.
I will lose control.
I will lose control.