In reckless moments something went
From being to born being spent
In words it came had soon been said
To watch beyond the grasses
A yellow blush of gaping sky
Had opened all the calloused eyes
To study it and realize
The glare behind the lashes


The assasins are fleshy and true
What about you?
Tell me what would a thespian do?
The words for the pigments and scenes
May display what it means
But it's only the stains of my dreams
And impossible green
Now every poem I feel the air
If bending in a woman's care
With emerald eyes and golden hair
New lips for every morning

Around somewhere beyond the sphere
Is making future children fear
The thought of ever coming here
As a witness to the murder


The assasins are fleshy and true
What about you?
Tell me what would a thespian do?
The words for the pigments and scenes
May display what it means
But it's only the stains of my dreams
And impossible green

A hold of distant fabled prones
Through every ear in quarter tones
And boils the marrow in your bones
As violent tongues are lashing

The scope of hating every step
The trampled faith, the angels wept
The only vision that was left
Is in the corner laughing

The assasins are fleshy and true
What about you?
Tell me what would a thespian do?
The words for the pigments and scenes
May display what it means
But it's only the stains of my dreams
And impossible green