Wrecks
Brendan Maier, Matt Morgan (Chout)
Solitary in arrangement of
Dark unholy whispered words of love
God it's lonely
Almost can't believe
God control me
Throw away the key
I can stand, can breathe, and feel not alive
Visionary in creation of
Softer silence are the words above
God it don't mean
Anything to me
God I won't plead
Thrown away to see
I can stand, can breathe, and feel not alive
Voluntary mutilation of
Extraordinary gifts from up above
God if only
I could claim to see
God if only
I could claim to be
I can stand, can breathe, and feel not alive
