Your stain. Your stain. Fall.
Craws that scratch the wasteland.
Desert being covered with wet sand.
The sound that spread from the struck cane.
The parting see. The open sky.
Threw a poem, there to be immersed.
We wake through the fall.
See this stories for kids here.
The cat blew the flute and
The mice were driven off the cliff.
Look at my slowly closing eyes.
Bars sell lies.
They gather the blooming bones
And built a temple for murders and thieves.
Unintentional reflection.
Pure truths are distorted.
We made a house of delusion to make a heart.
Red oil drips that burns wet.
See the pillar stand tall.
Among the ashes.
Look at the sun and touch the floor.
Soil drying out due to high heat.
Look at the moon and frozen bodies,
On the ground.
Your stain, your stain, turn in to the black
Your stain, your stain, we scream and suffocate
Your stain, turn in to the black.
Your stain, we scream and suffocate.
They gather the blooming bones
And built a temple for murders and thieves.
Unintentional reflection.
Pure truths are distorted.
A straight line bent into a triangle.
Desperation, lies, abuse.
We daydream with hunger.
Your stain, your stain, turn in to the black.
Your stain, we scream and suffocate.