Oh these poor and passionate souls,
As I fall down the wishing well
They laugh abundantly;
My heart falls, my heart falls
A tube of lilies have turned to dust
Oh why must I absolutely care
About this wear and tear?
There\'s something about an empty child a-bloom
Present me with your fallen words
Against each page I subside
And amongst each ear I\'m sincere
The burning lilies have sustained
As my mind wanders upon the abnormal
So vast are the lilies in despair
Let us dust the pages off with a fairy tale,
How vast are the lilies now?
Tease me if you will with your dying phrase
Whatever phrase you attempt to tell
Oh dying lilies why must we convey
The willingness of your actions?
For gardens and gardens of lust amor!
The pink-haired raven is livid.
I want more! I want more! I want more!
Lonely beads lay in a basket of lonely souls...
And the fallen souls adhere to the pain
Such pretty pearls bring trauma within;
Within, within I say!
Such pretty pearls bring trauma within...
I want more of my curtain time
For what bloody dress is worth a bloody dime?
And who has time
For a pearly love,
A pearly love within?
Let us key a love song unto an open door
Inside the poet is broken...broken is the inside of a poet
Vast and terrible in all her words
Fire and fire, brutal of brutal
The skids have come to play
How angelic is the harp of sirens?
It is the prettiest thing I\'ve ever seen
Vast for vast, dust for dust...
I want to go home.