I light another cigarette
Up against the burning sky...

Let’s go play in the dark
Let’s go hide in the wood...

What if it was bloodstained hands that created...
A stained glass image illuminated by a malformed...

Sitting in the road
Watching the clouds coming in...

A black screen fades to light
And draws the text to the eye...

Beneath my wrist there are violin strings
But their music feels lost in the past...

These animals were picked for the waste they make
So that your roses could grow strong in time...

Weightless upheld in the ether
I’m sick of waiting...

No heart, no soul
Yellow bellied from the get go...