perfection, we cannot live as prophets we cannot sleep tonight given lifes breath everydays a privilege nipping at our heels attempting to lead us off these cliffs heartache navigate were taking the long way home chalklines traced but i havent hit the ground just yet looking up, they formed a circle it starts to pour this ledge is slippery when wet ive got my best shoes on tied so tight reflecting light theyre waiting theyre planning black umbrella day i wake to you blind sided sidestepping my eye lids have been sewed shut i can see between these threads success, trial without a jury i stutter indefense focus on these veins like highways, they bind and they twist this witness bench has been empty cells have clashed like head on collision course chalklines traced but i havent hit the ground just yet looking up, they formed a circle it starts to pour this ledge is slippery when i got my best look on smooth and suave they push to shove
