Sour the cynic is to dream,
Every morcil that he sees,
Form the fruit of his disease,
Undone within her arms he's lost,
Why can't he feel her somber heart?

To walk among the sea is sound,
Lie pitied morcils tooth and sand,
Each a life that's washed away,
None would ever dream to stay,
Every single gem alive,
Has paled a dream of love inside,

Why?

Our sun has gone and hid away,
Has gone and taken my day away,
Embodied pain, the virus grows,
Enveloped in the palest night,

Every faceless body grows
to search among the winding roads,
My lips have bled for a thorny rose,
Lend me your smile for mine is lost,
I dream too late to pay my cost,

To every soul that i have crossed
Apologies spill from my heart,
A fear to die in careless hands
Stones are burdens crushed to sand,
All my bones are crushed to sand,
crushed to sand, crushed to sand,

Why?

Our sun has gone away today,
Heaven's music ceased to play,
Shadows made of broken dreams,
Rain has frozen within cold hearts,

What I am is misleading
and in my soul I'm forever bleeding.

By: Daniel Hansen