Blood Crosses
Sitting here alone again
Empty room is my oldest friend
Lend me your ear
Pretend that you hear me
My heart won't sweat my tear
Open up the door again
Pull my through to that one room
I'll swim in the great sound drone
I'll sit on my invisible throne
Pull me through now, I gotta see
Other side of the mirror's reality
All the blood crosses
On your back and ankles
We dance around them
Like open dry flowers
Spirits are turning
This forest is telling
A sad old log looking
With answers to questions of
Why I am?
Why I am?
Why I?
Broken toys
Old car parts
Dirty hair
Gasoline
Dream in between
Dream, sweet human being
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