The day of the first eclipse provided us with cover
To caress uncomfy lips of temporary lovers
If we scathe ourselves on dirty minds then matted hair would fit just fine
The day of the crashing down left you incoherent
To put all these shadows down would leave bleeding lambs apparent
But if through tact and timing small prevail
The sharpened edge screams fail dears fail
To rob you of your spirit much faster
These bastards bask in the cold with evil grins
They shake and they want to see hardships brought about with lies
From two dead eyes
The day of the rotten soil sickened vegetation
To put all these truths to boil aids to fight temptation
If we slice ourselves on rigid hair the drama queen cries fill the air
Cuddled up to inexpensive company
These warnings are misleading don’t you think
The cranberry sky at dusk is a sight to see