It feels no time at hand
Tis greater than me, I understand
You\'ll be sitting beneath an autumn season
Paying ransom to my passing treason
No reason to doubt that spring may come
As thou hath promised, thou hath done
There is a heaven in a melody inside of us
Filigree intertwined to form a new sarcophagus
Wing\'d quasars size an attempt in thine eyes
Rest Elysium a night, \'lest all passion dies
There is a coffin in my lover\'s dormitory
Slumbering while rising to oven\'s glory
And all is utopian beneath the setting haze
Twilight lies in wild hues of a coming phase
My future should be heading home by now
All that is fair beneath my brow
But humor molds to weather this burning tower
In winter, I am fond of the fate of the flower
Poisons taking courses onto poppy fields
and pretty corpses
Spare your shields
In separate aura do we divide our destined fates
Until the seasons part, my bed awaits
And fumigation shall not slake inseparable swine
So go forth and breed for thou art thine
Thy fortune\'s passage be written heavenly
All stars pay homage to likes of thee
It is true we are awaiting symbiotic flight
But I shan\'t go with thee tonight
For evolution has obscured all we\'ve abused
Divesting the layers and I\'m rendered misused.