Static in sound
Uncurable
You plant the seed

You fill the need

We give to take

Our eyes
They burn
Sensing the feel

Feeling the real

Burn to burn

The seed we sow
Burn to flow
Into the sorrow

Burn to burn
The seed we sow
Burn to grow

Into the sorrow

I'm staring deep

I'm staring bleak
I search in vain
Your flower glows

Your mother knows

As winter comes

As time passes
We forget the
Static in sound


Static in sound
Delusional

You plant the seed
You fill the need


We give to take
Our hands
They learn

Sensing the feel
Feeling the real