I don my mask in the barn where the proxy lies stone, my fingers they trace The sun sparks high to the west bringing the light through every crack throughout First incision brings forth blood, though the mission's thirst for tears must be quenched Mud sloshes up through his toes while dry hands pry at soft skin Darting eyes briefly capture a glimpse of the light before the darkness encapsulates Poking from the throat, through the gash, her adam's apple, tender and ripe So I just whisper to her And I know this is wrong. I know it's all wrong. Left that night. Twelve years later and now I know I can't move on All I do now is take the apples from the orphans, because I know it's wrong All I do now is take the apples from the orphans, because I fucking hate them Spring returns with promise but nothing blooms Winter spays, leaving death and black clouds to reign Everything smells like her Noted are the calenders that he kept And the bobby pins once cradled by silken hair And out there in the yard, holes that came from nowhere He did not look down He only closed his eyes and pitched himself into one "He threw himself into blank holes"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
