Static in sound

Uncurable

You plant the seed

You fill the need



We give to take

Our eyes

They burn

Sensing the feel

Feeling the real



Burn to burn

The seed we sow

Burn to flow

Into the sorrow

Burn to burn

The seed we sow

Burn to grow

Into the sorrow



I'm staring deep

I'm staring bleak

I search in vain

Your flower glows

Your mother knows



As winter comes

As time passes

We forget the

Static in sound



Static in sound

Delusional

You plant the seed

You fill the need



We give to take

Our hands

They learn

Sensing the feel

Feeling the real