Spare me your celestial protection
It's prodigal
I got a moon sized shield and spirit congestion
The things inside me are not defenseless
A paltry existence
Conflicts of interest
These lights move too slowly
Through salt flat race way galaxies
Harboring carefully constructed inconsistencies
Martyring a romance steeped in history
People trapped in city buildings
Sharpened stained glass, tiny bee stings
We can not afford to feel
No more heroes
Please let's not bring up
The halo around my head
It's been reminding me, it's all dead
Please lets not bring up
The halo around my neck
It's been choking me, half to death
You could be a cloud of flies, lay in wait for my demise
You could be the cloud of flies that locks the door and stays the night
Align your jaw

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