yellow eyes
Singer:between the buried and me
yellow eyes are seen circling
a whirlwind arriving for the passing storm
the hunt. the hunter inside
the wanderer wanders too far from the gold distance
their drowning heads at night
flesh drapes on the smoking ground
onto the teeth of the once protected
our souls grip onto a wall
our minds slip past this old soul
smoke is seen in both directions
smoke is seen in both directions
in rubble. their creation
somewhere in the distance
the softness of snow mutes my travels
somewhere in the distance
this landscape seems to change too often for comfort
a blinking light hides as i stumble downward
a stillness. it's too quiet
my crumbling bones seem to weld the new author
a stillness. it's too quiet
the hum of electricity. seems to buzz
the hum of electricity seems to buzz
a translation for whatever created this world for me
i sit under the crimson moon
whatever created this world for me
whatever created this world for me
yours or mine? they or this?
collisions open on us more
the simple task of our own
i am tangible with no logic
there's more to this than it may seem
there's more to this than it may seem
blink fast into hollow ground. blink fast into hollow ground.