Empyrean

You're watching tears roll down his cheeks as you Pass by in Villemarine. You twitch amongst a crowded space, daydreaming of Cutting lanes. Eyes upon some faulted scene, he skips his way To Empyrean. Something shines amongst the fray, covered up by Tattered stains. On my back like it's artists in a hurry, A hurry. It's coming back like it's arching, A worry, a worry. On my back like it's artists in a hurry, A hurry. It's coming back like it's arching, A worry, worry. I've Fallen short of hopeful dreams, visions teeming at The seams. This fix became a perfect taste, Wasted in a gentle mane. Tying strings with broken flaws, wishing for a Comfort call. Searching for the sweeter kind and one with a Softer mind. On my back like it's artists in a hurry, A hurry. It's coming back like it's arching, A worry, a worry. On my back like it's artists in a hurry, A hurry. It's coming back like it's arching, A worry. Looking far too long. Burning 'til I'm done, done. Pushing the tide to a crisp. Hating at the heartbeats. Far too long.