| Is this an exercise or an exorcism?
|
| Firework pilots fly towards the explosion in the sky
|
| The bright coloured lights suffer in the horizon of my mind
|
| I’m a patient with no patience
|
| Hospital handshakes
|
| We must each be broken if we’re ever to be made new again
|
| The current of this currency is pain
|
| Painting me golden
|
| You’re a ghost in the sun
|
| A massacre on the winter
|
| Silence, see deafening defeat
|
| Drowning in minor seconds
|
| Til there’s no line between the truth and the lies we’re all hiding behind
|
| If it’s a choice, what will we decide?
|
| When we choose sides between the darkness and the light
|
| We must each be broken if we’re ever to be made new again
|
| The current of this currency is pain
|
| Painting me golden
|
| Painting me golden
|
| Painting me
|
| She held my hands and walked me back from the ledge where I was standing
|
| My father sent me to my mother to be punished no longer
|
| I’m gonna heal up now from this trauma
|
| I’ve closed the window
|
| Shorten the shadows
|
| Hospital handshakes
|
| We must each be broken if we’re ever to be made new again
|
| The current of this currency is pain
|
| Painting me golden
|
| Painting me golden
|
| Painting me
|
| Painting me gold |