Testo di Cerulean

Time begot from passing to the heavens isn't heaven-sent Pieces of cerulean sky are breaking again All will spit and shake before they learn to speak Picture if you will, clawing at the wall beside an open door because no one wants the truth to hurt This is what we've waited for: Haunting silence I can go on with or without you The same seas and oceans, different shade of blue Will I keep my head above water? It seems that the blackest ocean makes taller waves than I have ever seen Could it be proximity? The Moon is so much larger here Towering mantises praying on daughters Pray to Him out of spite for me I am truth, I am nothing