Is this all emptiness is?
An obscure game
With wishes you guess
I'm gonna get the same
And does it have to be
Time trickles away
And i despise me
Burning washed out
Focus runs now
Falling up not out
Pluck your silly eyes
And let your brows speak highly of you
Beautiful Milk
And Cinnamon for a long life
Pull out the measles stains
And coax the thoughts down
And feel your bladder drain
Into the shower drain again
Burning washed out
Focus runs now
Falling up not out
When I die when I dream
And I dream when I die
And i dream in the night
To night drive
When i die when I dream
And i dream that when i die
I dream in the night
And night drives
When I die when I dream
That I dream when I die
And I die when i dream
And i dream when i die
And i dream when i die
I dream when I die
That I die when I dream