Testo Falling, Too Machine In The Garden
Falling, TooTransformed in oblivion
A bright flutter
Falling all around
Street lights flicker
Within their torn eyes
Come see the winters
In a brighter day
Silver scapes falling
Onto their shoulders
Upon the pallet
Of almost blackness
Inside our eyes
Rhythmically flowing
Mixed within their souls
And deafened their minds
It deafened their minds