Our souls bend down to dust and they draw lines to lead us home
But we're just pins in a map, a distance between us too much to concieve
And all this time I've wasted shouting out to you
Was lost to language and caught by the wind, not worth the oxygen
Still we resist all the reasons we exist
All directions lead to a broken down car, burnt out on the side of the road
You whispered, 'The engine is my heart' and disappeared back into smoke
Now hell is empty, all devils are on Earth and you can't kill what's already dead
So I will let my anger wash away 'cause there's no use for it anymore
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