So it dances well
Spirit yet to fly
Cry in waste
Count the haste
All living things must die

…and there I saw
cannon under breath
least of find
her mind
feeding at the breast

oh day comes to mend
Heartbreak to bend
whispers in try
lies in bye
Will it ever end

I walked the path way home
Sad and so alone
As life did atone
For the weapon
Drawn

Sky and camera well
Voices born of hell
Followed my gate
I stop but never weigh
Heart and soul
One as pure as snow
Other black as coal

Over a rant and rave
Strange as naive
Born to deceive
Yet receive the wonder


So burn the lasting yearn
Violent scene
Cover laugh
Final turn
Burn baby burn

A covered top in side a lasting flower
A crisp and feeling thing
A close and sighing scream
A whispered tear
A stop to fear
Just a possibility

I fall into eternity
... and do you follow

Stone is cold
Angel in rolling spline
Rock cast aside
Anger and pride
What waits on the other side