Vengeance is a construct of a drowning organism
Crying for help
I don't know how to feel about the way it branches
The shaking of purple robes
As all the white knights line up for days
Writing songs about those days
Drinking endlessly
The blue seas upon their heads
Listen to the metal bars between us
The wires sympathize with our heads
Holding, ever slowly
Tap tapping on the table
I wish, I wish I could see
Outside your eyes
Reading, always slowly
Immediate relief
Immediate relief