The one that you wanted.
The one you wanted to burn inside your head.
Down to the water you fly.
Walk across the water and drown in sweet satisfaction.
To the life you’ve led, and the troubles you fled.
In all the misery on those roads you tread.
Nothing now could bring you closer to me.
It’s a road down which I cannot follow.
Spit up a new belief.
Something that keeps you high.
And what you can leave all behind.
Shift those dreams, and take down the sky.
Paint it a discharged red (suffered from a mind gone mad)
Such temporal madness used to keep things interesting.
I lost you to St. Peter, as the devil would not let go of me.
Ingrained memory and a guilt that stings.
Now nothing can keep you down.
So fly, leave and believe. Leave it all behind.