I take it you're not Accustomed to the changing Tides of the real world.
Shining hot suns and Bare trees score a barren world. Loneliness is key.
I Swallowed the World
They didn't notice I swallowed the world today. They will tomorrow.
A Trace of Bitterness
A trace of bitterness In whose cold arms, the lovers Forget to go home.
Come share it with me A small, content loneliness, For ever after
I walk this road filled With a feverish spirit Picking fruit alone.
Flesh and Stars
I am nothing but A small by-product of life Made of flesh and stars.
But a crimson sky Awaits us both and then I Must bid you farewell.