Weird Boy (Depressive Age)

I've digged my dices in the corney of these Street stones Now they shoot along the drain ground lights They join a gamble with the ground water To win the wipping willow tears where gold Sparks hide Here where we sing all our love songs of the yins, Kills the embrace of wild charming and sins We ride our spinning wheels around the walls of sleep To net the castle in a fairy jail Give me a minute for my punishment, the garden Where they wait with whips of devil tails Here where we sing all our love songs of the yins, Kills the embrace of wild charming and sins Bless you, weird boy, said the may sky Blees you, weird boy! Tell your weird joys! Bless you, weird boy, said the may sky Blees you, weird boy! Tell your weird joys! Bless you, weird boy, said the may sky Tell your weird joys, said the may sky