(Hands Pull You Through Purple) Black Tea

Wolves in the Throne Room

feel the kiss and the sand on your tongue
 it always makes you want
 but you could grasp it if it were to show you its eyes
 your longing like every stranger you see
 can you make it better than your best? every minute
 counts the time you can't change
 did you feel left behind was the time too quick for you? do you
 tell your self it's all temporary?
 dreams of the pure white pillows, mother...
 hate through creation love through creation
 all colors vibrant and new
 are you reborn now or that much closer to the sleep?
 you fear or long for...

 Black Tea
 I've been swallowing swards for so many years now cold metal against my throat day
 after day my swollen tonsil are my reality organs turn black to awaken is to feel sick to be
 possessed by anxiety my sole is stretched thin X2 The arrow points do not puncture my
 organs they have been slowly dulled by my stomach acids and bile when I drink the black
 tea that is my remedy my cure the unclean existence of metal becomes clear now with
 every passing moment organs turned black to awaken is to feel sick to be possessed by
 anxiety my soles stretched thin