Cerastes

You fall and hideaway Like colors and decisions Stuck up like the sun Diluted in prison Hiding in the shade While you thirst and hunger Too far from me now Face me heavy luster I lost cares for the truth Just a cast of dark in the afternoon These poor thoughts are balloons I'm a hater of cocoons Grace is your facade Cope with the anger But Father is gonna say, "Feelings are a danger" I can't be bitter But I'm more of a puncher Dispute modern faith When there is no hunger I lost cares for the truth Just a cast of dark in the afternoon These poor thoughts are balloons I'm a hater of cocoons I am going to take your pride To be a hiccup in bitter lines Holding out for punch drunk hearts Metaphoric for daisy hearts I am going to take your pride To be a hiccup in bitter lines Holding out for punch drunk hearts Metaphoric for daisy hearts