Oh, look at the sun
Its drying out, today
Oh look at the wind
Fanning fire
I might as well breathe
I'm bleeding out
Today, I might as well head
The voices in my throat.
Oh, look at the sun
Its drying out, today
Oh look at the wind
Fanning fire
I might as well breathe
I'm bleeding out
Today, I might as well head
The voices in the throat.
I's afraid
Scared, dancing in the yard.
Waiting to see.
Scared, covered in my self.
Daily for me
Dirt, covered in my lungs
Out of the scene
Making use of myself.
Things had drempt to pretend
At night their eyes still burned
At the ends in the end
And all black hymns had hursed.
