do you want this
all of this
will you want me
all of me
i have so much to give
but what will i take
you dont know me
neither do i
let us die together
you and i

oh, to be gentle
oh, to be gentle
oh, to be gentle

you picked the scabs off my skin
and left me there standing
like a maple tree midst autumn
and God has never been more angry
'cause these winds are blowing a fear
you and I both caress
lift me up in the air
drop my body on the damp forest floor
let me decompose among the leaves
can you hear the winter whisper already?
it's a mess

autumn has split me in two
like the golden leaves falling from the sky
autumn has split me in two
one is dead, one alive

what is left to make possible
even I hold the flame close
fall from the sky like Lucifer
surrender yourself to the seasons

one is dead
I know the end
one is alive
impossible flame

the red paint splattered on the fresh snowy grasslands
where tiny tubes of green ascend from that pearl-white cover
a hole in the midst of his skull
like the single oak standing two yards from me
I know how you despised the wedding gown I am wearing
as I dig your grave and plough through the frozen soil
this is winter now

I lost my will to speak
my ability to write
to be with them
to be them
my bipolar mind
shadows that lay uppon my sun
I reckon
I am the one