The Past Pretense Testo

i take these steps moving forward, but is this me moving on? i don't know if, i will forgive this city for building (a wall around me). when hearts and hands cut like stones, the closer i get the further i have to go. is this me moving on? let down your arms, let the flood come in. i will construct, a sword of words because minutes blur and i want to cut through time. when the sky begins to set, im lost in crimson epithets. is this me growing strong? i take these steps moving forward, tell me im moving because everything here looks the same