A tear swims down the long curved route With twists and turns the tear swims down Does it bring joy, despair or doubt It reflects the bright red cheeks it swims down
It reaches the mountainy dry land that tastes all The tear fights a hill into a free fall With a sour punch it fights back The five headed snake that seems to know all
Others follow at their own fault Will they bring joy, despair our doubt As the all knowing snake kills all The tear misses its comforting walls Thats The prison we call our skull