Letras
How does the light feel?
How does the day break?
How does the night heal?
How does the grave wake?
The perfect picture i pictured perfectly picturesque
With words i scribbled in cryptic encryptions on my neck
Uttered in languishing languages from beyond the dead
I understood where you stood i'm standing and seeing red
Filter the filters entangled in netted intellect
Glitter will glisten on gilded webs from the spinneret
I hear the wings of the singing strings of a string quartet
I hear the sound of a trumpet distant and dissonant
Dizzy and dumbfound
Muted and dumbed down
Too high to come down
Where was I just now?
Nicotine in the blood stream
Blood on the flood plain
Flooded it must be
Bled on the blood stained
Stained all the stained glass
Stains on a stained past
Passed on and past that
Passed out and time lapsed
How does the light feel?
How does the day break?
How does the night heal?
How does the grave wake?
How does the light feel?
Where does the day go?
Why does the night heal?
How deep the grave goes