And it's 4 am and we will stalk again
The princess and her better queen
On the 4th day of July
Deep in summers eye
Naked like the truth should always be

So speak your knives
Don't follow with your foot
All this pain here
All combs from your dry lung
I won't listen
Your rhetoric is fleeting
My joints are fixed with glue

Coming straight from off the water
Sunburned face and drunken father
Crying as she's carving in her flesh

This false art
Of palm trees and train sheets
This burning bed
Where my ghost will now sleep

Watching romance from a far seat
Bleeding from the glass on my feet
Learning that I love the smell of flesh

An angel on his two knees
Arms stretched toward a red sea
Of violence and soultry tounge
The scenic view of carnage
Caused by the sword in his hands
The beauty resonates in birth

Its plain to see
The wind beneath the trees
Flowing free
The summer breeze is sweet

I lay in space
Choked by my own air

I love the taste
Of your blackened lips