Arrested Impulse - Taken

I strike up these thoughts like a wet match

It’s never quite there

Inspiration falls short as the time never helps

I close my eyes and let perfection… wash over me

I close my eyes and let, perfection, wash over me

Faking like words are enough to describe what I feel

Why, would he feel, like that?

It is simple

It just takes time for realization to set in

It just takes time, for, realization…

I wish the weather, would get better here

For our sake

I wish, the weather, would get better

Here for our sake

For our… sake

The sickening feeling, of something always going wrong

A closed eye doesn’t shut anything besides light

Anything, besides, light

A hymn for the angels… listening

Please carry us untill there is nothing left