Krayon yellow puddle 'neath your burning sun
I was the one melting in your twilight
after the suicide of day
Crawling night makes no design
But I cannot identify what's mine
If the sky was tarred from sin
You would be salvation
Krayon yellow puddle 'neath your bruning sun
I was the one melting in your twilight
after the suicide of day
Feeling pale in comparison
I bring my ghost to the edge of dawn
But then your burning rays
bring on blisters of frustration
It's just that when you're in my face
You take it over
And since I stand still for the trace
Suffocation's colder
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