Falling Rocks Don't Spiral

All of these entities lost in me, energies, synchronize, elegy is sublime,

Help me dissappear, Tear Me down,

(We march to the beat of angels drums, the dove fuels the fire that true love gives us)

Do these ends truly justify the means,

The pigs come down,
And phase our outcome,
Of the places we love,
At the expense of a song