Notres Langues Nous Trompes

I bleed onto a page for you where diction has lost all its meaning
And secrets fall from lips like dying petals in a forgotten garden

Believing (Believing)
Believing (Believing)
Believing (Believing, believing)

Believing language, we speak
In tongues, deceiving ourselves
My heart whispers
In forms that twenty years
Of reason and cognition
Have rendered useless

If only you could hear what I have seen for aeons
Before this zero

To see our system as a void
To believe ourselves immune
To never feel our wings melting (melting)

We are all spirits trapped and dying
Trapped and dying