Текст: In Reverent Fear. Written In The A.M.. Madison.

Call it black and white and red all over. that these bones bury in cool dirt. and it meant wrong to name you queen with one foot in my grave. (face forward birthday boy). you?enter you. i haven't seen you in years. you move like cold, a ghost. and i cant say that i want you around. ("tainted arms always hold the longest when you sleep. you think in covers, but you're going nowhere.")with both feet in my grave. "i'm not asking you, to be battered through and die alone." and you're on, you're off. she knows i'm all about the lights