Walls bleed pictures bend their fractured frames   Features on canvas torn   Burning mirror breaking down to sand   Free from jails of form      The black water future I see   So hard to drain   The small child in everyone is forced to bleed   To live life again      The light ever closer we believe   Is only a place for grief   Every life's so small we call it precious   And every soul is so loved above      Days glide through a skin of open pores   Stretched on bended frames   Years long on sanded banks around your shores   Counting every grain      Words form poisoned worlds I never see   So hard to hear   Ring the bell of truth in every dream   No life, no fear   Every night brings disasters to our rooms   A life time inside you