Sunset Through Stained Glass (Chapel Balconies) / The Lost Faith Where It's Been Left

Another revolution and it might be 

The last thing you'll ever hear from me 

Before my words are set in stone

 

I always wanted to tell you

Everything I'd been thinking

For the last few years

But I couldn't tell if heavy words

Would land lightly

 

Now I'm just holding them

Like grenades with the pin half out

Fingerprinted to hell from every time I picked them up

 

Wondering if I can even speak the same things

I wanted to

 

I can't tell if I'd be a liar if I did

 

Or if I was

And now it's the truth

 

But at least I'm true to myself

And if my words were read aloud 

To everyone around my coffin tomorrow

 

It would be my best imitation of myself

Trying to find out who the hell was pulling the strings