I:Scintilla /

The Bells (Angelspit mix)

The fade proof lines that define status and meaning
Are illegible too thin to read
I've lost radiance under petals and softer words
The vine bleeds divine screams

Do your wings make a sound?
Sometimes i swear i can hear them
You left poison mercury dreams
Will you reveal what it means

Taste the potency of your deadened knowledge
The decline through sifting perils
Forces you under stretch past the shattered arrows
The vine bleeds divine screams

Do your wings make a sound?
Sometimes i swear i can feel them
The florescent lighting
Does nothing to keep you from hiding

I can hear them
I can feel them