Daily Season

I need relief
From all the things I say
Perhaps a smoke
Precious breath
Time and space
Another open dream
Tender-less told
Like a cloudless sky
The morning breaks
For a minutes time
Lights up my face
And I am alone
When I stand
On the web I am
It goes for miles and miles
It never ends
Damn this feeling open door
(Yeah! Stay!) x3
I love my flesh
When it’s wet
Silent matter
Fates of smoke
When I lust
Fates the master
Yeah spending out
Deepest threats
God passed through
My felts and desires
I hope he hates that sound
I hope it makes him cry