There is nothing more that drains me Than the tasteless contact that the night brings It is vapid and forceless Your skin corroding. My morals left me alone here The pain my body feels brings nothing The awakening of my spirit means everything Reflect inward without emotion My body is conscious My spirit is unclean I am no longer fulfilled Satisfy me

Throwing poison seeds into the wind Make the poison tree to grow in me begin Let your branches fork my veins Let your honey tide in me Blood loving, poison whispering Oh, beautiful poison tree Let your power grow in me Let your sorrow pour in me Take away my blood and bones Make your flowers deep inside of me Least I'll still have company In my insides, tiny poison tree I seal my love in me Tiny beautiful poison tree Oh, beautiful poison tree Let your power grow in me Let your sorrows flow in me Turn me into a poison tree Turn me into a poison tree Make my shadow go away Make my branches strong and hard Make my leaves flower and spread Make me feel like something powerful Is growing deep inside of me Turn me into a poison tree

Look into the light of a pale interior Where blueness moves along the edges To the hiding place where clouds align How can we relate in a world Where people move along the edges Sit in hiding places Waiting for the world to die Wish as I pull down the barriers Is it even very far too deep Or too long Listening along as the clouds play through the tidal waves Pulling back on me, so abrasive I can't sleep at night Echo in a lighthouse burying the thoughts of being human Into pieces that rain, the chatter on the sky above Wish I could relate to people's barriers Laying in a box against the barrier Lost some kind of key They're falling back asleep Bury those thoughts real deep Bury those bodies deep Put us back to sleep Waiting for the light to erase the room I'm laying in Cast the shadows of us against, against my fingertips Hollow in the sway as they move in windy shapes Against the blueness making images in the place where people die

Can't stop my sire beckoning The desert is asleep Kiss the sky against the rocks A rush of speaking, am I speeding? The shapes had moved across it He took me far and fell into our home Was it bliss? Gentle fingers closing my eyes You disappearing in recline The night's berth is wide Hands on the top of these tangled locks Inward, it rushes out Her hands on her painted blue skin A world of pain They will hear us cry From the parking lot