shiver at the prospect
neath the rivers sky at star let
bargain penny bartered garments
for the naked moonlit marching
im exhausted, to be honest
i am starting to turn nauseas
while the seeds of dreams
between the stars
grow farther from my conscience
while i ponder how i got so wrong
from honouring thy father
im disbonded far from concert of the swan
that song is honest
so here is you