I was hoping You were different.

Like a different kind of soul....

And that we would flourish,

Kind of make eachother whole....

That you were what I needed,

And you'd want me around

That the days could be repeated

Just cause we liked the sound.....

Beauties stained me,
if its taught me anything
its taught me everything .... will fade away in time
and my skin is aging, yes my skin is aging
My beauties stained me, it wont sustain me

**** what they said
I never understood it anyway
I was higher standing if anything
Or less than that I was fading away.

Carnage in plucking the youth of the sage tree
and stacking her leaves on the ground
to carry in for the fall, and the tea
the incense she brings.

Carnage thats placed here
is a gentle handshake with the devil
a deal to be made to stay on the level,

A balance of sorts for this world that we live
has chaos ensue if one does not give
and sacrifice is made, in ways or another
and sufferage happens, upon the mother.

So carnage in plucking the youth from the sage tree

Saunter fluid like dripping wax
cherry sweet and casual
Moving towards growing old
steady axe anvil.
Worked this life its worked me
Every remembered morning
I walked it through and gritting teeth
Funerals, fun, sun, or Storming.

Tell me all your wrong doings, I'll show you all their rights.
Prove to me  your lingering, throughout my blackened nights.
I'll pledge allegiance to your soul, even when you're falling.
I want to always rest with you, oh your eyes, my eyes calling. '

Tell me all your secret thoughts, your *** your gore your pain
show me all your darker marks, your wounds, your mind,  your stain.

I will wash it all away from you with acceptance , unconditioned
We will hold each other far away from guilt, fear and superstition.