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Forty Miles From The Sun

Promises fall through simmering imagination
Time for sorrow but I pray for you to heal
Ever forward so we can bear no hesitation
Your eyes grow old into a sky colored like steel

Guide me through this, with black imagination will ignite
Space and time collide so I pray for your pain to ease
Embrace that which binds us but always never we take flight
Your lies upon my skin where so well you've learned to tease

Lockdown and consensual madness
In my past I will not profess
Dying angels march and let us never say goodbye
It's time to leave and we'll always touch the sky

Hold me, erase me and my wishes have decayed
How long, crawling, for my love that you've betrayed

Control is lost so please let none object
We hold on, we hold fast, for her innocence, protect

Lockdown and consensual madness
In my past I will not profess
Dying angels march and let us never say goodbye
It's time to leave and we'll always touch the sky

Lockdown and consensual madness
In my past I will not profess
Dying angels march and let us never say goodbye
It's time to leave and we'll always touch the sky
Adversity forges us and so it stays that way it seems