Dearly beloved, We're gathered here to mourn, The death of the young one, The death of your first born. And he tried, tried to understand, Why his lungs
is all you need to make it through And you're gonna make it through Oh yeah, take your time The mirror is broken Your pieces are everywhere You gather
[Slug/(Beyond)] Patterned around the thought and the will We shattered the sound of perpendicular noise Now gather 'round, blueprints to rebuild On top
's no need to play catch-up, to play catch-up You 're casually Casually walking through life without a worry Worried its effects will show so now I'm gathering Gathering
'll stand there hand in hand and put love back together just the way we've always planned The balance of our love hangs tenderly a careful step through broken glass
Gather round Listen to my story A ride I thought I'd left far behind Some broken falls In a memory box Waits to be cashed in Waiting for my stocks to
third broken window Your hair full of glass Throw your clothes in the hallway Just a sheet on your back So you're super-connected now All the freaks gather
Matter versus spirit A metal ladder A wooden cross A plastic bottle of water A mandala encased in glass A spirit encased in flesh Sound from shaped
Matter versus spirit A metal ladder A wooden cross A plastic bottle of water A mandala encased in glass A spirit encased in flesh Sound from shaped hollows
I WAS SO IN LOVE GATHERED UP THE STARS GAVE THEM ALL TO YOU IN LITTLE GLASS JARS EASILY BROKEN NOW THEY LAY AROUND NEVER TO LIGHT UP MY DARK SKY AGAIN
dawn Apocalypse's razorbacks Beat wings on glass as thunder cracks Unfurled across a world hurled to the black Cthulhu dawn Shatter the glass house
Step through his trampled wall, the unhinged door betrays it all That far within our faith we were all waiting The broken glass reflects the haze, it
shattered race in this broken land this child came to resto- re, like an order from the gods. The queen and all the children gathered around the chambers
very scary here; sometimes it's very sad; sometimes I think I'll disappear; betimes I think I have. There's a line snaking down my mirror : splintered glass
let their guns loose, they wild guns loose Gather up under the chin, blow a niggas shit through the sun roof Decide where they pack nines, the chrome glass
Our history speaks in thunder from a thousand village halls In blood and sweat and sacrifice, in honouring every call So the forces gathered against the
can touch me now They will mend this broken body In pieces on the ground The human heart's a fragile thing It shatters just like glass Gather up all