The Birthday Massacre

Stars and Satellites

I wished I could realign
Those words that had been said
Feels like another life
Time is only a concept
This is always our intent
True resurrection

(Time)
There is nothing to believe in
(Time)
All lovers discard their form

I gave over on this night
Under wishful eyes
Stars and satellites
Tried to tear at the defect
Never grace in the ascent
True resurrection

(Time)
There is nothing to believe in
(Time)
All lovers discard their form

(Time)
There is nothing to believe in
(Time)
All lovers discard their form