The Walls Stumble
Tasting the life they said
Tasting the lies, they said
You won't the dust
Crimson skies, the frame
Lots of life in paint
Wanderlust
The walls stumble
The doors stumble
Words that said
Surround
Flower seeds
In ground
Tasting that flies, they said
Tasting the cry, they said
Sleep in lust
Lots of scrap a place
Treasure lies in maze
Gone the sun