to collapse in the fire isn't worth the pain she'll come and put me together again every time i cut off your head you grow another
lovebirds mauled your hand when you reached into their cage tell me, what have you learned? the same fire fuels love and rage or some other sad cliche
bloody roots of a flowering sky you can fry my third eye with your fingers of flame touch me, and dissolve my mind blue cascade of sound a simple bell the sea's singing bones your bloodied hand rests still upon the lovebird's throat