Slow Song

It's 4 am and we will stalk againThe princess and your better queen.On the fourth day of julyDeep in summer's eye,Naked like the truth should always be.So speak your mind.(Dont folow, with your foot)All this pain here.(All comes from, your trial)I won't listen.(Your memory, is bleeding)My lies are faced with blue.Coming straight from off the wiresSouthern face and drunken fatherCrying as shes carving in her fleshIt's 4 am and we will stalk againThe princess and your better queen.On the fourth day of julyDeep in summer's eye,Naked like the truth should always be.This falls on(All palm trees, and trash heaps)This burning bed(Where my eyes, will not sleep)Watching romance from a far,See bleeding from the glass on my feetLearning I love the smell of flesh.It's 4 am and we will stalk againThe princess and your better queen.On the fourth day of julyDeep in summer's eye,Naked like the truth should always be.An angel, on his two knees.Arms stretched, toward a red seaOf violence, and assultry done.The scenic, view of carnageCaused by, the sore in his handsThe beauty resonates in birth.Its plain to see, the wind beneath the trees.Flowing free, the summer breeze is sweet.But in this place, im choked by my own air.I love the taste, of your blackened lips.It's 4 am and we will stalk againThe princess and your better queen.On the fourth day of julyDeep in summer's eye,Naked like the truth should always be.