Circle Of Dead Children - Calm lyrics

I hide inside watching from the stained glass eyes

500 shades of red dance with 500 shades of gray

The last festival of humility

With just enough room for a baby's first breath

Mama, Papa don't come home

Arch my recollection in two

Bent over at war with pink porcelain greeting card of the viewing that you see now

Please sign in so it's known who's laughing

Strings from the hair of the eleventh prophet stretched and strung across the smile

Fingering sorrow's harp

My fingers now cracked and blistered

Call the pain master and I'll bow at request

Silver stares back before it browns and crusts

Silver still reflects the spillage

The calm

How many times will I circle this room and yet never move once

Tranquillity of the flesh, water, and tile

Flesh, water, and tile

Flesh, water, and tile

You would think it could get no worse. It will