The Good Depression - Via Dolorosa
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I captured the perfect picture; it will always be on display
Commemorating a time when you said it would be okay
The morning sunrise glow against my face
As the horizon is washed away
To shed this weight those walls barricading must be torn down
It’s crystal clear
When I am broken, truly broken
Do I cease to exist at this time and place with my conscious state of mind?
Life, death, love
“I was ripped from my reality
And transported through a portal
Into another dimension
Transcending time and space
Filled with sublime impossibilities
I was one with the universe
I was everything and nothing
And I left who I was behind
Then, I came to realize what actually happened
I experienced death
And she was immaculate”
We’re children playing our games that we cannot win
Can you adjust so anxiety won’t strangle you in the dark?
When the night is darkest you were right
We use candlelight to illuminate the pages
So we may write the wrongs from the rights
When these simple sorrows are the ones that are never told
Through each struggle we will struggle
When these simple sorrows are the ones that are never told
With each other we become another
Life, death, love
Commemorating a time when you said it would be okay
The morning sunrise glow against my face
As the horizon is washed away
To shed this weight those walls barricading must be torn down
It’s crystal clear
When I am broken, truly broken
Do I cease to exist at this time and place with my conscious state of mind?
Life, death, love
“I was ripped from my reality
And transported through a portal
Into another dimension
Transcending time and space
Filled with sublime impossibilities
I was one with the universe
I was everything and nothing
And I left who I was behind
Then, I came to realize what actually happened
I experienced death
And she was immaculate”
We’re children playing our games that we cannot win
Can you adjust so anxiety won’t strangle you in the dark?
When the night is darkest you were right
We use candlelight to illuminate the pages
So we may write the wrongs from the rights
When these simple sorrows are the ones that are never told
Through each struggle we will struggle
When these simple sorrows are the ones that are never told
With each other we become another
Life, death, love
