My dear, it rained last night And I remember The alleviated rise into Lush sobs and lavish emotions The way your dilatation relieves Every worry and anxiety But sometimes when we speak A violent lie radiates And last night you were naught But an alienated virile sot A view unholy I omit I remember the tin roses on the tiles Devastated, shattered.
Sometimes you hum Your hands delicately miming secret memos And I can see it in your eyes Irises shining like teal devils And the music carries you White with adrenaline, pupils likes violists Headwaiters lie, strumming tin violins Their alienated visions wilted with passion
I see the way she cleverly conceals Lies as vows to you A veil called "us" she puts on "me" And I call for mutiny But youth is vim, vim is now, and now is lies Every hug from you is just a violet whim In noisy rooms My vision is misty My aura dies little,
Oh if only you could realize your reign You’re the master, the ringleader But you’re lazy; you work without zeal, you’re idle and lazy Eyes glazed, agile hands getting greedier
Have you ever seen A dearer lion? He roared, the lonesome rider Alone, an alien. Well sometimes you lie And I dare to become An oral denier My radar detects one lie, Then two... You become red Redder than a ****** lion's ear
Adieu, you say, with a gently undefined lilt My tears speak more reality than your words