...I think I
willl keep it
til the end of time
Melted and tainted
three days of mourning
under the dead sun
Let it bleed
but never choke
Slowly
fade
or enjoy an old beat
It's never too late
...is it?
The rivers ain't dry
so as the cry
All is well...
maybe Was
never cared
but all the things that I keep inside
ruined my best
disguise...