Everything was fine until every little piece broke in two.
Splinters break every bit of skin, causing emotions to fill the air until they run dry.
I'll contribute to these mistakes, burning lies into each others hands.

I hope we find, the pinpoint hidden in your eye. to extract all of this hope.

You're the reason bridges are burned and angels die.

Hunting tracking and trapping without a trace.
I'll forget this was no mistake.

Don't bleed them dry, until everything is left a mess.

Before, you're god damn fucking right about the fall.

I'll kill this littlest piece of hope.