Testo di Bats

the lake fell cold when the light went out and the water stopped the trees fell silent when their eyes opened and their ears sharpened from treetop to treetop Ask them what they're worth lines of colors would be drawn but the colors can't be seen by human eyes at least they've seen too many, too much they wake up wearing their dreams tired and worn by dissociation but these roam around by sound without even feeling they're around