كلمات Blood Crosses

Sitting here alone again Empty room is my oldest friend Lend me your ear Pretend that you hear me My heart won't sweat my tear Open up the door again Pull my through to that one room I'll swim in the great sound drone I'll sit on my invisible throne Pull me through now, I gotta see Other side of the mirror's reality All the blood crosses On your back and ankles We dance around them Like open dry flowers Spirits are turning This forest is telling A sad old log looking With answers to questions of Why I am? Why I am? Why I? Broken toys Old car parts Dirty hair Gasoline Dream in between Dream, sweet human being