Stained leather sewn in sinful delusions
The interior of a heart decaying by layers of silk...

On blankets of woven moon clouds
my mind trys to escape...

Around a circle I stumble
Eyes fixated to the ground...

She collects his recollection
in a wishing pool of dread...

I ponder your feelings towards me
with sincerity and distrust...

On blankets of woven moon clouds
my mind trys to escape...

Crisp as the call to haven god bound beauty, thou...
High in the peaks of polished floors and stable...