Lyrics
The last fray,
was lush and painful.
Growing out of me,
Invasions of interpretation,
disorder, diversion.
And in a lavish search for answers,
no stone will be left unturned,
without being covered,
in your blood.
so many not yet dead.
embers in my head.
Sticks and stones,
can't break my tone,
cause your lost in the labyrinth.
I'll blow on the embers,
while you shadow the sun.
I'm always alone with everyone.
