Dying Vice

I
Notice the days in shadows
I waited it for the next one to it
I truly never wanted more, more
And yet you hold me afflictions and check
You draw out the spawners with a breath
But resistance is pray, passing on my soft scar
I am gasping for dying in my eyes
This blistered heart
It's all in your presence
Minds sanctified enveloping love

Oh, she could only dream of your mercy
Oh
And just like that it's done
I'll soften for your gun
But I can't let it slip
The promise I made to God
But I'm a creature of comfort
And my will is weak
Now the blood is warmer than your arms
As I try to breathe
Holds my reflections and try

Please draw out the splendors with a breath
My line is blue
All guns corrupted
Please send me your trust
The quiet truth
So my dying vice
I'll continue to dial it