Silk

Turn it up louder, crush all my trenches. I can't make It make sense. Everything's blurry, it doesn't hurt now. Deep within, the forest is open. It opens up and breathes now, And red silk starts to tear. Not waiting. Why did you come here? Crawl all my skin, raised like flag up. No real Reason at all. Birds from the news on film dance on echo. High above in a big glass city. Everyone's looking for us now. The red silk starts to reap. Not waiting. Why did you come here? And what came after that? You won't want to know. Everyone's looking for us now. The red silk starts to reap. Not waiting. Why did you come here? And what came after that? You won't want to know. Child number five. Child Number five. Child number six. Enough, I can't take more of this. Enough, I can't take more of this. Just the light went out. Just the dream did stop. Just I moved a chair. Just laid down and looked. Just I left the trace. In a daze, I walked. He who can't be named. He who turned the silk. He who can't be named. He who turned the silk. He who can't be named. The silk. He who can't be named. Turned silk. He who turned the silk.