One more awful feeling
And fog rotate
Pelted on the second stair
Blood falls from your vision
Of an overdraw
Don't pant and we'll go unseen
Chirping birds
Pa**ed off an open glare
Hung on a firework
Bodies at once we were
Torched by the burning sand
Touched by a folded hand
Ripped off in your marteau
and matching walk
Echoed in a crowded square
Dragged into submission
Only salt remains
Stranded with a crooked sore
Hiding pain
into a pair of car
Crash into merchant shores
What you ask me for
Then he tries docks at ten
Dropped with his failing chore