Our death is intended
unless we prove otherwise...
Of course most things can be replaced
With shiny and brand new...
So deep in my ears,
there is a song...
Where are the skies torn
I long to be dazzled by...
It shines in your eyes
before it is dulled with what...
You worry about being the target again,
a political pawn...
Endlessly looking
in the things that tend to end...
Stretching our branches to prospect
spreads our roots in the pasts...
White is never just white.
It changes completely the nature or appearance of...
Your fingers wander up my spine
Piercing through hazy nightmares...
We are still here but
no one ever outlasts...
Wolves disguise as lambs,
though still slaughter lambs like wolves...