The Life We Have Chosen, Pt. 2 - Carcer City

Through glass eyes I watched the world pass us by

And in time, these roads became our home

I watched how the cities grew from the horizon

Then slowly died away as quickly as they had come

Together we drew a portrait, untouchable

Waking up to grey static, looking at you

Through porcelain, laced in dirt

I am growing weak, but through all this…

I have found the deepest of gratifications

A portrait untouchable

This is the life we have chosen

And I’d chose this for the rest of my life if I could

I’d chose this over everything