Did you ever wonder why the wind blows cold?. Did you ever realize your face is painted on my soul?. . In between your whispers so sincere. I'll catch you when you fall.
Please let me help you bury your dead. They've made the incision and driven their industry's waste in your head. . The pyres in the distance glow beyond the haze.
To be green in the beautiful hour of envy so divine. To be pure, to let chance form your infinite design. Let the seed awakening begin again. I hate the way you judge me.