Breathing In The Fire

Breathing in the fire
Breathing in the fire
Breathing in the fire (in the fire in the fire in the fire)

Volcanic ash swollen lungs
This as fresh honey combs
Buzzing like a red hive within the wild wind
Lost world pressing the firm earth with quiet feet
But tough enough to run inside the sun
Cracked, like broken dinner plates
Footprints in rich coffee coat soil
Breathing everywhere in one direction

Breathing in the fire

A girl looking to a woman looking world
With broken eyes shows the radiances
Dreams that faded dreams that caved
Into reality the weight the vacancy
Tunes of vapours tranquility of salvation
On hiatus new world order

In the fire

The virus of language
Pages on pages of giant prayers
From a tiny heart shriveled and guilted from the
Mass murderous burden of cold cavalos love
Lost in the spiraling conspiring dark

In the fire, in the fire, in the fire