I can't erase the
raised by women alone stain...
I've constructed a fortress made
entirely of mirrors and misdirection...
Remember that roof at the top of the hill
where the silence grew thick...
Cover me over with melody
Cover me over with time...
They do not give us ruler
to draw the perfect lines...
Life is a disease
that we must recover from...
With the wings, they escape my thoughts.
With a coal, they burn my imagination...
C: Creative world i have
O: Oppressed inside my head...
I want to hug you until my
arms become a vice...
Why just in opposite can we unite
and tie...
When I gaze upon a summery shade of sorrow
wilted dreams within my acoustic tears...
She called for the wind
so the wildflowers...