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beauty comes in packages of egos and veils
and pictures of plastic
pretty in pink and smiles of gold
and love that lasts longer then forever
As our forevers turn in to stardust
that slips from our hands
and our hand holds become fist clenches
and our roses become hand guns
nothing will stay the same because
we constantly bend the sky
raise the price of air
while lowering the volume on the victims of voilence
Making it hard to hear
the stories of unconsious minds
because as much as u shake a polaroid it still stays unclear
and siloettes dont tell a story
And shadows can stretch in the sunset
the last that we will see of the light
consumed in our twilight
dreams sparkling the black satin sky
and pictures of plastic
pretty in pink and smiles of gold
and love that lasts longer then forever
As our forevers turn in to stardust
that slips from our hands
and our hand holds become fist clenches
and our roses become hand guns
nothing will stay the same because
we constantly bend the sky
raise the price of air
while lowering the volume on the victims of voilence
Making it hard to hear
the stories of unconsious minds
because as much as u shake a polaroid it still stays unclear
and siloettes dont tell a story
And shadows can stretch in the sunset
the last that we will see of the light
consumed in our twilight
dreams sparkling the black satin sky
