Set your tea by the closet, sinister
Sighing, relieved that the door's still closed
Won't rise to meet, meet the monster
That smiles at the scent it knows
'Cause it's safe in the dark where you left it
Wings clipped just like you
And when that satisfied grin creeps across your face
It smiles in quiet too
Hoping you'll stay your blade
The fall of an artisan's day
Stagnate on your dreams, though your fervor remains
In playing the song writ yesterday
Isn't it nice for it to be a slow news day for you?
The grass, though you tended, is duller than you left it
Oh, let's go around again, and again!
And again will your dreams remain dust
Oh, carousel, spectacle
Show and tell your living hell
Always the same, absolving the blame
For the callous beauty, singing like sirens
Pulling you under, it won't hear you crying
Though dust are dreams, so are we
And into ashes cast our destinies
A flower shows its worth as it's swallowed by the earth
Dawning the next day to come
Yes, life goes on
I still fear the open water
Where the tide sways mystery
Is it so wrong to walk the paths already built for me?
Maybe, maybe
Every imprint in the sand will wash and fade with time
How can I still love them?
When will I know to face the wind?
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