Stories and pages blended in years.
Bookmarks of memories and cover-ups condense us until we burn away.
Presses with ink as red as lips.
Feeling a fault smashing against our cheek decieving our open eyes and front page love.
Gaining back what's lost is gone, when columns turn to stone.
Believe in what we tell you. Keep flipping pages, build up reactions.
Believe in what we tell you. Frequencies flowing, build up reactions.
Headliners flash across our eyes deleting honesty through hidden lines.
A barrier of what is truth slowly desolves, but these times call for building up reactions to keep you from being told.
Gaining back what's lost is gone, when columns turn to stone.
Believe in what we tell you. Keep flipping pages, build up reactions.
Believe in what we tell you. Frequencies flowing, build up reactions.
Exhausted eyes....