Little Death from Elaborate Destinations by Black Nite Crash

Preoccupation seeming ceaseless
Until we share a little death between us
I cannot hear my conscience calling
When I see your defenses are falling

Down
I can’t hear a sound

Elaborate your destination
That little death in preparation
Electric tension building slowly
These lies that bind would never hold me

Down
I can’t make a sound
I see you all around
I stare at you spellbound

The walls around no longer humming
I can tell that little death’s not coming
My senseless eyes can never quite see
My mindless heart will ever let me

Down
I’m lost in the sound
I feel it all around
It’s like I’m falling now

I’m tangled up and upside down and cannot make a single sound
I try to think of what to say; no words, just thoughts, your touch, I pray
The headrush leaves me weak and as you go I cannot speak
The door’s so close and you’re so far; the door, outside, the street, your car
And if I could I’d keep you here but I can’t make a sound

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