Cloud above consumes the sun it sucks the life right out of you, crawl towards the unsatisfied hunger that has burned out all other concerns, constant hope that just leaves you alone and echoes in the heart of the mind that left long ago, from swollen twisted roots grown under dirty ground the rain burns as it falls, you wanted it you got it three seasons abandoned, staring vauge eyed at seasons that never were meant to be observed, as you see it it is while the seeing lasts it's coming my brother believe it or not though you murder the world turn plains into stone life into I and it's strong searching roots will crack your cave and rain will cleanse it the world will burn sperm build again another dull victim, staring vauge eyed at seasons that never were meant to be observed.