Sillhouettes

Silhouettes in my stomach even aches

Thunder reigns, we think of summer when you are in pain

From windows, I think how some are just in pain

Then the winter came out in the colors I paint

Yes, we fled to try to find a better plain

In bed or on the plane, it flies or dies in the name of heaven

Our leaflets dyed by feathered wings

We buy our by and bys and go wherever zephyrs aim

And those who do not know decide through vespers

Or put a slow tug inside a weathered vein

Be vain or insecure, the cure is to sell the fake

Wrap it in the cellophane if it sacrifices by fame

We celebrate death and we read, so I pour

They said that I am simple and never again, so poe in

I'll leave ravens raving over my poems

For each of them, but you can read my palm

They were not impressed with stomachs tied to depressed nodes

I came to press the pressure present on my shrunken chest

There is no treasure in this sunken treasure chest

Under subjugated constraint, we can not breathe

In the width of the shrunken heads, we call you

Sonic booms is what the beats are turning

We are having nocturnal dizziness in crop circles

Acid burns are taciturn and nonverbal

We still make the mill through powdery mildew

They are fragile with strength but they still say they feel you

What you do not know can kill you

This one-on-one-mill you can not come from that means

They told us we could be anything

They always lie through the teeth

They told us that we could pursue any dream

And then we die in our sleep

I sit on my pedestal

Wait for the day when you do not go home

His shadows disappear on his throne

Your silhouette and what will soon become

Its perfume persists when the sun goes down

Its shape disappears and time continues

Your body burns early in the morning

And I lost track of where we are