You might think me daft,
but I poured my blood out
like a breaking glass.
And so you scream and laugh
at the same time
as they prepare to call your debt.
Though you wouldn't look at that.
The world forgot me,
and broke apart my heart.
Then distributed it among fools
only to paint a picture that looks like ash.
Will you remember?
Will you remember?
Through cold lies and squinting eyes,
I lit a flame in a blackened sky.
It burned like gas,
And crushed every crooked wing.
Apparently,
Blind men don't want to see.
So they put clay in their eyes
in a fake miracle,
and wouldn't wash it free.
Just listen to the lie
that lions love to flee.
That's why they plastered to a scroll
what we weren't meant to be.
Will you remember
my flowing scarlet bath?
I poured out all my blood
Though you call me daft.
