Sound the alarm Color swarms below A calm before the storm The faintest memories You call out to your post The father, son, holy ghost
Her potions seem to settle Her position in the middle of it all
Just shattered images Broken dreams that lay ahead And in all of the ways that she lusts, a misguided mystery Of shattered images Broken dreams that lay ahead And it's all of the ways that she bends that keep you diving into her seas
She is something you can't diagnose The sounds, the pictures, the prose You couldn't make it any farther You've been treading under water
Sticks and stones will break your bones Words they hurt like hell She talked too soon, she picked and spooned Yet you're underneath her spell
It's all of the pictures she's painted All of the pictures she's painted I paint myself I hate myself I paint myself I paint myself out