sew it on. face the fool.
december's tragic drive
when time is poetry and

stolen the world outside
the waiting could crush my heart
the tide breaks a wave of fear

and brave songs dissapear to the secret
voice of dawn this last time
raise my eyes. you'll taste it in time

the right words in time.
the mirrors lie those aren't my eyes
destroy them raise my hand

reflected in savage
shards a new face a
soul rebor