White Cauldron - Lament Lyrics

I feel like I've lived a thousand lives
Tossed together
The fork tines are sharp
Bent
Weak
Oh, the wavering wilted leaf
Keeps the crisp kaleidoscope wet
Dripping
Drops of grief
Dropping
Drops
Of grief

I feel like I've lived a thousand lives, each
Tossed together
Like salad, separate bowls

The dressing, oily
Then sour, then sweet
Fork tines are sharp
And bent then weak

I feel like I've lived a thousand lives, each
Tossed together
Like salad, separate bowls
The dressing, oily, sour
Then sweet
The fork tines are sharp then bent then weak

La-la-la
Oh-oh-whoa-ah
La-la-la
Oh-oh-whoa-ah
La-la-la
Oh-oh-whoa-ah
La-la-la
Oh-oh-whoa-ah