Testo di Lowest Light

Adding the blade to the pieces Feelings come with each dissection I am the pieces that never had aligned Taking the rhyme with the reason Syllables that mask the structures I am the speech that never could decide And which way will it lye in the lowest light? To cast a shadow I feel it might survive in the lowest light There's colors that bend in the seasons Many will see it come in black and white They're not seeing what's in between the lines There's beauty that comes in the seasons Beauty that bares the softest colors I can not see the beauty in your fight