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Lletres: The Beloved. Failure On. Failure on My Lips.

Under an eclipse of ever rising feeling
Moving faster through my veins, bleeding out the sun
That?s beating down on our necks
And burning my eyes

If this is a crutch for the weak
Then I am the least of these
So cut off my arms and break off my legs
So I don?t feel this anymore

Choking on all of the feeling
That I?m swallowing in
Tasting the failure on my lips
That I've lead in, that I've lead in, that I've lead in

This is my last chance for survival
A last ditch effort to cure my ache

We?re so vain aren't we? We?re so proud and empty
We?re left leaning on our only intrigue
The lies that I've told they won?t bury us whole
They won?t find us in time

This is the end of the story
That I, I can't forget

This goes far beyond our loyalties
We feign as a, a shield
The teeming with guilt and resonance
But we held our heads so high

We have not yet defeated failure