March Violets 1 2 I Love You
Wallpaper pattern
Took over the room
Crawled off the walls
And squatted in the gloom
Didn’t know what to say
Prophesise a brand new day
But each time that I look at you
Look at my hands
My body burns with anger
Relentless
Every time I try to speak
Paralysis of anger...I love
We take it nice and slow
Buried ashes start to glow
Didn’t know didn’t feel the cold
Couldn’t see we were growing old
The thin black thread
Breaks in my head
And I’m alive with anger
Look at my hands
Your body cracks like glass
And I’m dragged down
By waves of anger
I love you...why
Anger
Where's the seeker
Of wisdom and truth
Children know what nettles do
Holy text infernal breeze
Cut the children down
There's no explosion without corrosion
To sear away my heart
Look at my hands
I love you
