Sycamore Dreams

You're the source. My disbelief in innocence arise.
Feel that gosth seducing me. Try to reach a hand in
that golden circle.
You are no angel. And my heart is more than emptyness.
In the shadow of myself and I sleep under the trees
and no one else is sleeping well.
Burn me tonight. Feeing my lies slip away. Burn me
tonight. And kill the demos in me. Facing a saint
feeling my life slip away. Burn me tonight. Until I'm
disapointed. Burn me tonight and kill the demons in me.
I disbelief in the summer in pearl lake. I'm the pine float.
And now you're falling apart from me.
You are no angel.