Pouring buckets of acid liquid from the golden sky,
Contrasting colors fade my killjoy heart,
No need for sympathy or wicker seas,
Veering through black rain in a stolen frame,
The voice in my head tells me I'm no longer alive,
Terrifying, melding, my world's colliding with suicide.

Long lost son, waiting for the golden sky to part it's acid liquid.

Killjoy heart found in a ditch, under the rainbow stars,
Throwing sympathy into dried up seas,
Crashed my frame and I'm collecting raindrops,
I know for sure that I'm no longer alive, stop lying,
Already pulled the trigger but I wish I wasn't speaking figuratively.

Long lost son, waiting for the golden sky to part it's acid liquid,
Long lost son, waiting for the golden sky to speak it's tears,
Long lost son, waiting for the golden sky to leave me alone.