Silhouettes in my stomach even aches
Thunder reigns, we think of summer when you are in pain
From windows, I think how some are just in pain
Then the winter came out in the colors I paint
Yes, we fled to try to find a better plain
In bed or on the plane, it flies or dies in the name of heaven
Our leaflets dyed by feathered wings
We buy our by and bys and go wherever zephyrs aim
And those who do not know decide through vespers
Or put a slow tug inside a weathered vein
Be vain or insecure, the cure is to sell the fake
Wrap it in the cellophane if it sacrifices by fame
We celebrate death and we read, so I pour
They said that I am simple and never again, so poe in
I'll leave ravens raving over my poems
For each of them, but you can read my palm
They were not impressed with stomachs tied to depressed nodes
I came to press the pressure present on my shrunken chest
There is no treasure in this sunken treasure chest
Under subjugated constraint, we can not breathe
In the width of the shrunken heads, we call you
Sonic booms is what the beats are turning
We are having nocturnal dizziness in crop circles
Acid burns are taciturn and nonverbal
We still make the mill through powdery mildew
They are fragile with strength but they still say they feel you
What you do not know can kill you
This one-on-one-mill you can not come from that means
They told us we could be anything
They always lie through the teeth
They told us that we could pursue any dream
And then we die in our sleep
I sit on my pedestal
Wait for the day when you do not go home
His shadows disappear on his throne
Your silhouette and what will soon become
Its perfume persists when the sun goes down
Its shape disappears and time continues
Your body burns early in the morning
And I lost track of where we are