Breaking Bones - KYTE

Sometimes the smoke, is alive with control

And the poison in the conversation turns, our roles

Awake with the hope, of a new day new ropes

But the language takes no prisoners or hearts, of their own

And now, I fold, this home

To make believe the ways to be alone

I thought this with my eyes closed, soon enough

I’ll be towering high

We came straight from the nightlife, no sentiment

Once we learn how to spy

Breaking your mold, it’s the curse of the cold

Where the shadows meet the history, it blurs to unknown

Sinking through soil, to the six foot reserve

Hold your breath before the windows fill

With faces from the old

And now, I fold, this home

To make believe the ways to be alone

I thought this with my eyes closed, soon enough

I’ll be towering high

We came straight from the nightlife, no sentiment

Once we learn how to spy

I thought this with my eyes closed, soon enough

I’ll be towering high

We came straight from the nightlife, no sentiment

Once we learn how to spy