Face in the crowd.
Facing your loud,
obnoxious behavior.
I remember the shroud
of illuminating nature
encircling your sound
back in the days. Or,
just when we were proud.

Now I see you
All soaked in this goo,
Facing facades, displacement ensues.

And now you see me
exhausted from plea.
I stand with the trees
but you're covered in leaves.

Tell me why! Tell me lies! Tell me anything you want to.
We'll never die! Tell me why!

Tell me everything beneath this bleeding sun.