Our optics failed us once again In hopes to find the perfect lens Our signals read not what we meant Our crosshairs tangled like a web And We wont reach our aims If Our scars lose their shape And Our hearts will not break If theyre lit ablaze Set the charge To take a stand against the floor I drank the static from the core Well find ourselves within the womb Both untouched and unprepared to bloom Were more than The waisted Vibrations that we comprise Our eyes once Existed When they were open I miscalculated the erasures in the snow For my equations never had lines to show But once the quadrants canceled And No station felt remote The solar panels told me Revenge is best served cold We set the charges We filled the margins We lit the fuses We killed the tension Our hearts are barricaded With walls of steel So we drank the liquid glass and Our lungs are sealed
charge, drank, lit, quadrant, miscalculated