Insect
It was a different kind of bright
Yellow fast moving lights
I guess I am to blame
To be seen would be a shame
In art I do defend
My simple hallow friend
Who's murky shallow grave
Is begging you to stay
To feel alive.
Smoking in the rain
Alone we're all the same
Just laugh you'll be ok
On flames you'll ride away
To an island in the sky
Where everything on it's right
Beneath the frozen sun
I'll be waiting for her to come
I long to be
For now I stand out side
For ever this wicked kind
Will you replace me now
My heavenly parasite
There's an alien in the mist
In love with an angels kiss
It had a silent box
Now everything in it talks
To face it all
Writer/s: Celladoor
