And we rest at the standstill As life’s colors fade Bring me an endless paralyze Against the willow Amixt the green grass In the forest deep With no thoughts more to venture And no hopeless dreams.
Dissect the place I buried in my head That I continuously dig up To bury myself in its stead. Relinquishing me Blueprints for burdens Awaiting construction. The puzzle has been flipped So that the pieces all look the same, There’s no chance.
Bury me by the dock Beside the willow, The only friend I have left. Amixt the green grass In the forest, That drains its colors At the moment Of my death.