You spill your poison with a motion
In your black eye of lie
Every little thing is ******* nothing
Like its a waited letter to a dead sender

Cool are his tool for all you fool
Write you songs to right the wrongs
But what you know is blinded
By different weather but same snow

Cruel mouth of south
Closed your only way out
Like faucets in your closets
That set to pour in the dark

Try to keep it by no sleeping
But all you do is giving
And you forgot what is living
So close the door on the floor
And keep it still to raise a hill
Because you can use it on your blue
In mornings of sun
It cannot be undone
With shoes of clues from my bruise
I'll ride the bull inside a stool
Just wait and see no careful me