stars and satellites

The Birthday Massacre

Sleep well

I wished I could realign
Those words that heaven said
Feels like another life
Time is only a concept
This is always our intent
True resurrection

There is nothing
To believe in
All lovers discard their form

I gave over on this night
Under wishful eyes
Stars and satellites
Tried to tear at the defect
Never grace in the ascent
True resurrection

There is nothing
To believe in
All lovers discard their form

There is nothing
To believe in
All lovers discard their form