Bulletin - Tattered Sails

On an early day I just can't wait until money gets paid
To my usual ways, a debt I've made, I can't make a clean break
There's interesting means at play, a test I failed to terminate
And every sense of judgement made in clouds of haze
Can't be wrong if I've not been erased by signs of God

Then my day will come and my tombstone won't become
Eroded in a maze of pawns, a faceless stone that barely sees the sun
I'd rather go out in a house of flames
Spread across the oceans and the plains
The funny thing thinking about demise, it makes you live
It opens up your eyes. A footprint, giving sense of purpose
An everlasting glimpse

On a trip through space I saw the place where good feelings embraced
My callous soul, I feel so old, I'm going to reap what I've sown
An omen presents itself, its looming and I can't reach out for help
It's going to rain a black cloud of hell inside my soul of comfort
And dispel my final breaths

Then my day will come and my tombstone won't become
Eroded in a maze of pawns, a faceless stone that barely sees the sun
I'd rather go out in a house of flames
Spread across the oceans and the plains
The funny thing thinking about demise, it makes you live
It opens up your eyes. A footprint, giving sense of purpose
An everlasting glimpse

Written by:
David Khoshtinat, Matt Powell

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