the sky was gray a dismal day the water was still without you my mind was astray the rain made clay there's just something about you the stars have lost their shine like marbles in the sky the whole world seems lost and i think that i know why you left me on a sunny day gone without a trace now the world is filled with sorrow everything is gray
The sun leans on the roof of Wanted workers The money they make is built on the money in graves Protest signs in dumpsters Astrology signs in caves The strings; they are pulling The strong; they are ashamed The weak; they are to blame Baby doll has no name
I've been here once before and I'll never be again I've said that once before. This time I'll hold my breath It's certainly her body. Is it then her soul? Is the fault that of the master? He must be in control I'll tell her it's alright, but the truth is I don't know Baby doll is not alone Baby doll does not know
The sun bends past the roof The money has been made Protesters have been mistakes New parking's being paved Baby dolls don't have a face They are personified Baby dolls can not feel pain The master forces hand Baby doll's not in the plan
White, black, grey polaroid memories in colorless tone. Shining white white like your eyes torrid and hanging anguishing white. White grinning gorging on fear gripping white. White foam forming at the corners of your mouth. your hair shone white. Grey as I looked up, Black is what followed.