Buck 65

Buck 65 - Hats On Beds

A garden of seeds lost, ashen spirits embrace me in pain

Like scars that shed the plague of flames, my thirst awakes

Aceless to my feelings, inimicial to my pulse, like disease

Sand in my eyes, I am hiding from pleasure, yearning for breeze

Draw my bare tears from this melody now that I can't flee

Take refuge in me or vanish, my beauty, bring or tear the silk

To weave the drops of passion or strike the winds of misfortune

Mourning I stand, my senses in abyss, under skies of torture

Devour my womb, these obscure roots

Release my dying touch, unchain me from my doom

I an crawling to feel desire

To shape your truth and fire

Crawling towards you, with the limbs of a stare

To dream a leaf without it's tree, to follow it's silence

I hear no sense, but a scream of lips and sighs in vastness

A thirteenth shadow in my nightmare you become

And it's you in every rain, in every ballet and sun

Within my nest I bleed the coming of eves, hollow heart

Slave to this blessed state which sends my dreams afar

Bear witness to my memories of flesh that will never rise

The dice of desperation reveals a black rose lays on my mind

Devour my womb, these obscure roots

Release my dying touch, unchain me from my doom

I am prowling to feel desire

To yield to bounds and pyres

Crawling towards you, with the limbs of a stare...

A thirteenth shadow in my nightmare you become

And it's you in every rain, in every ballet and sun

Within my nest I bleed the coming of eves, hollow heart

Slave to this blessed state which sends my dreams afar

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