here it is all me and none of you
self fulfilling prophocies come true
no longer full, no longer forming, solids that arise then melt before morning
by and by my sea did storm so sadly from it nothing born
no extasy thru my veins just my own, too familiar pain
tears can't be seen thru the rain, and yet it soaks me, and it rains and it rains
all is lost can't be found, wonder how i ever left that holy ground
want to be screamed at want to be awaken, Lord please help me stop the resounding of his voice that has taken
over every connective tissue in mine
only a kindred spirit that i thought that did find
me
one things is to be true the sun now rises not on one but two.
