I taste the cold on my tongue
A blood red moon hangs,
Shadowed by clouds that cry
black stained tears
And our foot steps ever so gently
Fracturing corpses of crimson leaves
Kerosene drips from flowers
encased in flames
Magic mushrooms spell and alphabet of 666
A lonely raven calls from a naked tree
As virgin snow descends from the sky
the beautiful angels die
upon touching my hot skin
Visions of bittersweet voices
dancing on the breeze
Listen carefully and you'll hear the rainbow
