From out of sad and black
Child looks in a sack
Some ripples see a call red
Candy calls I am here see
Thumb as red falls fast
Parent looks for love past
Dumb breath makes test
I live I love she is the best

For those who can not scream
Dreams are now seen
Store them well as each a ringing bell
Enter hope a soaring bird symbol of dope
Core of all that live stop to see and give
Dribble in the sand a cup overflows called man
Door to black gold body bought soul sold
From out of sad and black
Candy still in the sack

Ripple waves in streams dead sand oasis dreams
Seven virgins waiting for the sun setting
Every lie is buried deep just before the final sleep
Dirt nap rest in salt packed like meat
Spread all over the bloody street