Blackfly Blacksheep Burn

There’s an aching in my heart Just in a little bit now Ill be ok The black sheep constant game Arrives and sails his sympathy in absent muse They don’t see they are killing themselves The sheer vanity of the boisterous corrupt fly Phantom dreams Just in a little bit now Ill be ok The black sheep constant game Arrives and sails his sympathy in absent muse You can only seek time before it seeks you They don’t see they are killing themselves The sheer vanity of the boisterous corrupt fly Phantom dreams Merchants who sell disbelief Dead mans soul Black sheep free'd Lock your intent Learn and live Shadows shine when with poor man's fall Nothing but crumbled and ground I can't live right knowing you're not I fight for breathe But struggle to maintain The pleasures of drowning Escaping to the drawing end of pillow soft Time would have no dissolve My fleeting slow burn The past is fire The fire is burn