Sirens In Filth

Bitterness blows in the heart<br>Like chilly draughts in the hall<br>Of a crystal castle<br>Lost among clouds made of gold<br><br>Those anxieting visions<br>Images behind frozen windows<br>Make my eyes bleed<br>Ebony blood<br><br>When the silvergray fluid shall crack reality`s walls<br>Mixing with blood and filth as sirens swimming in pitch<br><br>When the sweet arcades of these desperate our owns<br>Trickle down upon yhe misery of this dead everyday life<br><br>Like pitch on your wings<br>Like a child lost in a war<br>Like dark paint upon a shiny picture<br>Like dirty sperm on a toy<br><br>And whwn the new star will shine of its own black<br>And there will be nowhere to shelter<br>Maybe they`ll understand who we are<br>What we`ll always cry for