Disconcerting conversations
The Gypsy works his disabled tongue...

I watch you in silence
As you play with their hearts...

Love hearts stand in line
Now were dancing in time...

If I were an ocelot
I'd spend my days catching flies...

Iridescent light fades
Fighting to a loss against the dark...

I want to crawl out of my grave
My soul has become a slave...

Not sure of what I hate anymore
Or if I even hate at all...

I'm laughing, are you serious?
You don't have the conviction to be with us...

Hiding in a night
Cracked like glass...

No more glass
Through which we view...

Static in the marrow of the hive
Thousand tongues all fighting to survive...

I form these words
Beneath oceans...