Hulls bent... Well spent
                      
None looks on the world dead
               
Ugly to no one’s end
                                
Holes in their hearts fermented our load
  
On heaven’s hood
                                     
They lay us right here like new winter’s wood
                              
May no one be forgotten or misunderstood
                  
Pick blossoms from blood

      C/h 
   Today I say
          C/h 
   We’ll roam away!

    C/h    
We are the same
                              
Be it angel or demon they don’t care
                                   
As long as one’s full they fill it again
                      
Right down the probe and into the brain
                                    
Sinks down to the bottom shifts up to the top
                                       
Staring unto the moon there’s no way we can stop
                                          
In the domes with the glitter we’ll shine like stars
                                 
We’ll see their decline or fall in pyres at once

   Today I say
   We’ll roam away!