Mai

Mai falls like a star at a feather's pace into my heart

With the dragon's weight

and police make siren sounds wind down my street to take

The breath from my lungs sweet

I tried so hard to cover up this taste,

it's like a sinner's constant fall from grace

I changed my name, my voice, my face

I killed my name, my voice, my pace

and antibiotics on the sixteenth day of Mai

I lost my will

Forms a new fate this reoccurring theme has killed my faith

IT's drowning me in stereo and waste

and all my bridges burn together

And now my city lights are turning down this thin white line

I follow blind, you tried to help me but I have to drown

Acts of faith the makeup on my sinner's face

I run so hard at absent pace to cover up this bitter taste of waste