Crashing into the surface of the Earth
The one unknown to the rest of us
It's so cliche to understand this space
Why are we having this much fun?
Grind those gears like mission control
You're free to go with a constant reminder
Of the words that you're stuck on
The ones stuck in the rear of your throat
It's starting to breaking apart in my mouth
Dissolving into the brinks of my system
The King is dead but there's a chance of reign
If the rest of us don't give up
Stars
Stars, stars, stars
The words make no sense to me anymore
As they drag across the black canvas
Taking with them my hope, my dreams,
my everlasting sense of being
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I feel like the beginign and the end link very well. You arent specific about whats crashing to the surface, but by the end its like an implied thing that its a shooting star. It feels sad but hopeful too.
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