Draw breath, sterile in the hospital, yellow, red, and blue
To the visage forlorn from forgiveness, yellow-violet hues
Are you Lear? Languishing in the Texas heat
I am your fate, the matador in bow: atrophy
Christen this sun's silhouette you made, made homely
To the Midwest-phallac-wept so well passively
Are you Lear? Languishing in your ascetic dress
I am your fate, the matador in bow: entropy
The truth, I'll never
Spoke
The truth, I'll never
Spoke
Remove the cankerous hope
Remove the cankerous hope
I am the one
I am the one to remove
Remove
Remove
Remove
Remove
Remove