In stained blood and the smell of dried roses and cheap perfume,
Serendipidy awoke to find herself blacked by purple rain that fell from the sky
Love letters danced out outside the garden,
but were too delicate to touch for they would surely crumble and disassemble
It wasnt the pain or the death of the blood oranges that made her ill
It was the silence
It's a lovely day to burn and fade
So today the earth stands still
As the Valium caked with beauty starts to die
So lets light a match and see the canvas fall inside the darkness
Weeds of time
Pictures of old amused in red
Beneath the valium
As it calls to me in children's voices
Tastes like wine
Sour plate- the price is high
And still you want more
As it calls to me the slut of reason
But I am blind
It feels good to bleed
Borjono me amore- lets burn and fade
So today the earth stands still
As the Valium caked with beauty starts to die
So lets light a match and see the canvas fall inside the darkness
Weeds of time
?
As I walk upon the darkness
As I see you fall
Do you know my pain?
It is the voice called conspiracy
Soon the cut will heal as your eyes soak up the hate
This dream resides in oil-based equilibrium
So the finer things like this tattered plate
Sour taste but high
(Surrounding)
Expensive tastes of whine
(Surrounding)
Laughs at me in children's voices
It feels good to bleed
Borjono me amore- lets burn and fade
So today the earth stands still
As the Valium caked with beauty starts to die
So lets light a match and see the canvas fall inside the darkness
Weeds of time