Acorn, maize and hawthorn
baby we were all born from light
beaten broken shattered
maybe we won't matter
if matter is all that we like
so its come to this
an abyss of crazy ****
****** out torn from fright
hazy from a kiss
crossed out promises
we got boxes of it
dreams of sailing the night

Oh sweet maple tree, best kick your muddy boots
Burn up with the sun, paint fruit for thieves
Play shadows in the earth
Carry songs till the bark bleeds
Dream of streams
Sharpen your teeth and leave

So here we go down the long road where some one left me on my own
tasted songs from the sea of green but it deafened our throat
a change of heart doesn't waste our blood four hands and feet will still grow
a round of darts counting body parts casting shadows before we throw

we are not last
But we will die before we're ******

you can't take me through this line
its a bitter way between
choosing doesn't make me grow in this better way to dream
you cant take me this time
crawling under the streets
you wont break free this life
its trying to survive
dying to believe

Seems like we're in for some stormy weather
racing rain drops climb down my head
starving memories of when we we're together
brain treats and these dreams of where i ain't better off dead
maybe tomorrow we won't be caught in between
whispering trees
i'll pool my sorrow and you'll freewalk
maybe next week
Bittersweet

You have gone insane my friend
I fear your brain is coming to an end
You have gone insane my friend
I fear your brain is coming to an end
You have gone insane my friend
I fear your brain is coming to an end
You have gone insane my friend
I fear your brain is coming to an end

A spark, caught a drift
Nuzzles against the dead
This rawest ember is stricken,
Crafted amongst bitter winds

A piercing contrast
And heat that basks
Amongst its withered nest
An idea perhaps, or is all that's left

These days of silence and seldom solace
Appear to bring my thoughts to a close
As this mind numbing content of static
And corroded heart from boiled acid
Further wither while a fire grows

You may feel warm
But the fact remains
Sooner or later it'll end in ashes