gardens rest in sound the moon king saves his crown an april fool boils down and finds the wings of a man the castles are torn and off with their heads in a dream
when gods fall into those pictures and animals crawl out of the seas a barren gold wasteland is too full to keep me pinned down with merely a scream
sixteen fools are shadow born costing all of their lives was i in love rolling waves called our friends by a name a powerful white ship has questions about my pain
laying down on fur and creatures from old don't tell her eyes the secrets are gone the cold compels us all and the wise men say she doesn't exist at all in a cage i scream