Luster so sheen it pulls you in frets on the harpoons it moves it moves around you Sickle the cells of our pains grow in deeper the stains of our youth our youth imbued Grass comes in through the tongues of the sorry words we sprung on you on you it fuels
And it surrounds everything And it surrounds all your dreams and it will take you to fears you never knew
Running sycophants all our limbs attaches us on as if we have no use no use to let it refuse Pick up the wires of our sins filter them into our begnin truths it fools it fumbles in tune