...hello apollo, where should i begin?

Broad incision sits across the evening

A victim to our fathers lost war

The restless children sit and mourn the graves

Of those they've never seen before

Will they be buried here among the dead,
In the silent secret?

The pioneers, in dealing with it they march for dawn

Of will and worthy

The truth be told the child was born

Man your own jackhammer

Listen to the world out on the outside pressing in

are you ready on my mark?

fingers given names and with the last word they ascend

on the comfort of their well being...in arms
into something they can't stop but wish that they could kill

you're the answer to their prayer

in your last hour stand

you'll notice the one that you had loved and dreams is here among the others

Across the floor in the hand of where we drove the drill

a cautious ear to the mouth of your confession

think of all the things we put him through

in the face of his god would he tell the truth?
still recorded were the words that dribbled out his kiss

when eyes go blind in this man of what could once become

sever the limbs off his torso in sleep

I found the clues of a lost stay killed in motion

But I thought of it so like there's no other way it could've been done

Well, lay aside my fear, for a puzzle I wish not to play a part in it.

A heart stained in hate, a feeling of fear will play circles.

But you, you were my favorite

But you, you know, you were my favorite

Paint white fingers paint my sleep

please don't tell my secrets keep them hidden (you got it)

if the words that matter reach your face from floor
will you be wondering if, or (do I need what is given or honest)

does it cost me scarring if the words stay true

even number your nephew (I don't want it anymore)

and when the answer that you want

is in the question that you state

With the worries that I'd live her in they told the worst of me

my waiting just to hold your neck in my arms and feel me squeeze

no I'm not going to give you what you want so if you please

the sing that shapes your voice carries my ears in this new disease
did somebody take your tongue?

in worries of the words that you couldn't say if they could've saved them from

Your eyes tell the stories of a day you wish you could
Recall the moments that once have
Retract the footsteps that brought us to this favor
I wouldn't ask this of you

Good eye, sniper
I'll shoot, you run

The words you scribbled on the walls
The loss of friends you didn't have
I'll call you when the time is right
Are you in or are you out
For them all to know the end of us all
All

Slowly the pen touched paper in the guidance of the words that you write

memories roll in of the thins you once did

and who you had shared them with somebody thinking of you

did I bother telling you this with the words that cross teeth and jump lips
a poor choice of words in wanting to tell you anything

but words don't come with ease they forever my hurt

in our sleep

there's more to this night

where will she beg for your mercy?

slowly but sure, im hoping what comes

in the absence of night, she'll kick and she'll fight
should they fail in his sight ...

ill warrant them all, the end of us all

please mom,

they're coming for me

please mom,

run, lock your door,

they're coming for me

when the clock reads 21:13

In our sleep, there's more to this nightmare.
Will she beg for your mercy?
Slowly but sure, I'm hoping what comes in the absense of love.
At night, she'll kick and she'll fight, should they fill in his sight?
At night, I'll worry from all, the end of us all.

Please mom, they're coming for me.
Please mom, run lock your door, they're coming for me.

The clock reads 21:13.
All work will stop,