Symmetrical Kill

Blue paint is smeared on the canvas Absurdly Like someone has lost his brush Black pain Crawls from the canthus So hardly That moth can't find a light If I say You'd never Ever take the dust And if I say You'll never If I let You go Don't let me to see What we made By this Symmetrical kill We can feel The wind Of cemetery thrill But for now I say I'm probably free White flashes blind me over And over I'm the robber that's catched by a bank Red petals from the shoulder Fall on the Tears-watered salty floor And if I say You'd never Ever take the dust And if I say You'll never If I let You go Don't let me to see What we made By this Symmetrical kill We can feel The wind Of cemetery thrill But for now I say I'm probably free Probably free Probably free Probably free Probably free Probably free