| You know that you’re just a product of the afterglow. |
| It’s the same every
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| time. |
| I look to you, when things aren’t right. |
| You said you’d save me, but
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| you won’t catch me praying. |
| I scoff at souls on bended knees, like they’re
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| all so fucking weak. |
| Take the coppers from my eyes and leave me, staring
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| at the sky. |
| With hands outstretched, I hope for nothing less, but I see
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| every breath and I know that every prayer is wasted on a name that’s
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| faceless. |
| Dear God, I’ve been waiting for so long, but I just couldn’t
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| wait another day to see your face… so perfect, so nothing and so nowhere
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| to be fucking found. |
| As far as I can see, he’s nowhere to be found. |
| I’ve
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| looked everywhere… who’s the king of this God forsaken town? |
| The name
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| that’s faceless wears the crown. |
| Permanent resident of this ghost town. |
| No
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| days to count since I’ve ceased to exist. |
| I’ve been let down. |
| Let down my
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| hands outstretched. |
| I hoped… I saw… I know… every prayer is wasted on a
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| name that’s faceless. |
| The faceless king will save you a seat, right in
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| front, beneath the weight of his feet. |
| But, will the faceless king be
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| watching me fall from heaven to concrete? |
| With hands outstretched…
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| we hope. |
| we see. |
| we know. |
| every prayer is wasted on a name that’s
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| faceless.
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| You know… you’re just a product of the afterglow. |