Revealers - Wallace Vanborn

Stuck in anger

We’ve been blind

Cause nothing can hold a sinner from the insight

We all know we’re the sickest of animals

Dreams of virtue

The bruises, bruises all over everything

Stuck in cold pride?

that can save ya

Then tell it?

that they are beautiful

Smoke you’re the mirrors

With boredom, boredom all over everyone

Stuck in cold pride

The desires that?

from?

three

But let them set you free

It’s just a dream

You’re the only one you see

Destructed fires

The love?

Then tell it?

they’re just as beautiful

It’s vampires

They’re to fire

The vampires

Are working overtime

The vampires

They’re to fire

The vampires

Are working overtime