let's make noise like rattling rings
a raven moves it's pretty wings
the silver hours are over
it's time to get a shower

her veins are caught in eternity
and she loses relation to reality
fragile chains it cuts
tastes sweet like rain on mud

let's make noise like rattling rings
a bunch of gorgeous times it brings
covered with feelings that lock her up
and turns alive a burned luck

breath goes soft like cotton
all debts and doubts forgotten
touch this wound so she leaves sanity
those beating hearts play a melody

many scars, her soul they hit
tear a hole so a lily can split

lays down on a brittle stair
when the smell of honey fills the air
many scars, it's a load
ants are cribbling down her throat

the silver hours are over
time to get a towel