He who questions existence
Questions death
We could run together
Gather the innocent
Perpetually late on rent
She who harbors the seed
Will bear a child
The wind lingers from the south
We’re alive!
Time consumed, but loved to survive
He who dances
Uses the right foot first
Heartbeat remains content
Past midnight
Motion righteous, right
She who loves
Will devour me wholeheartedly
We’re face to face
In this little village
In this twisted place
He who stares in lust
Deteriorates the mind
Action deserves consequence
Consequence deserves thought
Those lying face down, fought
She who takes lessons from mother nature
Consumes the atmosphere
A sense of feeling
Wind blowing
Love, the all knowing
He who dreams
Frames paradise
Secure on the wall of the mind
The world is ours
Sleep where rested on golden flowers
She who questions death
Questions existence
We will run together
A mob of innocence
Perpetually late on rent
