Contretemps کے بول

A hidden depth to burden endlessly Golden memories and sainthood And the following fall through For a certain certainty Of what the end of this will be There's a weight that rests here And underneath innocence Rising up, raised to confront Imperfections shining through Where I wanted to hold you It's defective, let us leave it In perished walls and ceilings Uncompromising Torn and crushed So cold but pure So long Granted, I'm plagued Left untreated and empty Demanding breath and being Carved always and binding These ordered occasions, a flowing entity Is drifting back to me Locked in a farewell with what I've caused With what I forced These similarities, boundless in their might Weathered with dismay, the irreversible and eternal Overthrown, those sins do not pardon your own Woven into veins No binding can fray It's pressed into these bones No bonds here will break Links along a chain It's pressed into these bones