Sirens In Filth

Bitterness blows in the heart

Like chilly draughts in the hall

Of a crystal castle

Lost among clouds made of gold



Those anxieting visions

Images behind frozen windows

Make my eyes bleed

Ebony blood



When the silvergray fluid shall crack reality's walls

Mixing with blood and filth as sirens swimming in pitch



When the sweet arcades of these desperate our owns

Trickle down upon yhe misery of this dead everyday life



Like pitch on your wings

Like a child lost in a war

Like dark paint upon a shiny picture

Like dirty sperm on a toy



And whwn the new star will shine of its own black

And there will be nowhere to shelter

Maybe they'll understand who we are

What we'll always cry for