The first born, my heart will call [bad word] God-like boy of the sky
The fog hissed away like a movie
And serpents go home for the night
The thundercloud rain hits the freeway
The clowns put on makeup for show
The nightfall, my skin crawl kind of evening
And how the wind she blows
How the wind she blows
 [bad word]  I want you [bad word] closer
Come in [bad word] in closer.
I want you [bad word] in [bad word] in [bad word] in closer.
I want you [bad word] in closer, in closer [bad word] dancing with devils
Need not to know their names
We'll waltz like an army
For the fear of our pain
Our souls [bad word] useless
As the day they were born
In [bad word] arm rocking chair
Away from your storm

But still, the [bad word] remains lethal
lie made by man
Where my shoes [bad word] hammers
And my words [bad word] sand
Like a sour patch, a wedding batch
Of roses you threw across my floor
In [bad word] arm rocking chair
Away from your storm
 [bad word] 
I really do