it's a fools game and your game face is shameful

when the end comes, you'll see hydrogen electrolyzed.

bitter bloom, flightless skies, the fear, the doom it's no surprise.

realize, there's no sense in losing your mind before your time.

rise young sun, you're a tireless one.

when the morning comes, when you catch my sould upon waking,

will you make a wish, for the fools gain to equal his insane?

pictures, mark thecobrasnake
words, gregory and the hawk