falling in your, falling in your arms fish on a line, learns to live on dry land thrown back again to drown kinder with poison than pushed down a well - or a face burnt to hell feel the cruel stones breaking her bones dead before born words fall in ruins - but no sound she's dying of your shame - she maimed by your pain he gives birth to swimming horses
fish on a line, walking on dry land but, back in the water to drown we drown floating in sky
he gives birth to swimming horses
take a ride on the tide with the assassin at your side the weightlessness under water -- forgets in slow motion & washes pointless tortures
he gives birth to swimming horses
floating in sky like fishes can fly through your arms