Trees fall like iron on their way down
We bury our hands in their hearts and waste away again
Because I have tried to turn words to stone
Tried to fight the day with my eyes closed
Cut away at questions until my tounge bled
Held in answers until I lost my breath
Sink in, shallow like sand
I will not wear this blood on my hands,
so shake that halo from your head
We have been down this road before,
grasped at all the same straws
Eyes that catch the light, and burn up our insides
These butterflies with wings of glass that shatter mid air
I'm afraid that this fever has gotten yo us again
Your splintered words have gauged my soul