I was the oak and
you were the fire.
I, a black parade, and
you, a burning pyre.

I was the birds and
you were the wire.
I, a black murder, and
you, an occupier.


It’s all out in the open
skyline blue
I’m not hiding the truth

It’s all set into motion
on the move
and nothing’s stopping you

It’s all a sinking ocean
nightlight hue
deep waves of solitude

It’s all without emotion
eyes of blue
you’re not finding the truth

The Water

I set my feet upon the mountain
lest I sink in the frightening sea
north by north out of fear of drowning
the water is catching up with me

I left my heart inside a fountain
the angels spouting a mighty stream
more and more the dark is surrounding
the water tethers me to the deep