Dead Beliefs

May restoration fall on these broken wings
These hands remain holding on to what is dead
I can't take them away
My skin is suffering

Each vein is blackening
Now everyone i meet is dying with the past
It's simple room to breathe that i have not recieved
May restoration fall on these broken wings

No time to waste, this healing must take place
Don't let the darkness consume me
Dont let the darkness get the best of me
These hands remain holding on to what is dead

Now everyone i meet is just lying like the rest. let go of broken wings
Let go of dead beliefs
May restoration fall on those who need it most
There is no time left, we must restore ourselves