It takes a while back for machine
To ply away
Crops and flies are flying down
The pile
Pilgrims are lost and dried
In vial
Take a part of heart and fire it down the liar
Life is lost and conquered by feelings long far out
Tell me you feel it
Take it down, unknow it
Tell me you feel it
Porcelain haze
Tell me you want it
Pick it up and feel it
Tell me you know it
Far from your base