The cold
Autumn falls with the rising of the first new moon
And we, unknowledgeable, pull our skins back on
Covering our naked souls from the purity of light
Misery holds the key
Rain falling like so many poisoned barbs
And we lifted our broken faces to it
Praying that we could, somehow, find salvation through pain
Pain grafted to soul
Rivers wind through the jungle
But we do not dare to follow them
For what lies beyond the refuge of our collected screams?
I am we, We are one,
And I am broken
Lost
Out of sync
A slave to a psychadelic bond
Of mind and disillusionment
