My cataractic eye
Stares into the sun
In some melancholy garden
The rain has begun
Perfume fading
Mystical shading
Dionysus' ritual of madness and love
When your name has become a number
When your name has become a number
A wildness of sorrow and slumber
Black sheets raining
Primitive paintings
I would forsake my every dream
Beneath this bruised-black lemon moon would sleep
The trees are haunted
By ghosts forgotten
Tangle the wires that spring life to horror
Rag-wearing pagans that bleed at the altar
Because their name has become a number
March lock-step in order guarding meaningless borders
When your name has become a number
When your name has become a number
A wildness of sorrow and slumber
Black sheets raining
Primitive paintings
The sick-sweet taste
Of month old wedding cake
The pristine visage of a frozen lake
The tears of mothers of lost aviators
Now their name has become a number
Now their name has become a number
Now their name has become a number
Black sheets raining
Primitive paintings
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