"Do it for the children", you say.
And then I hear the tiny giggles,
And I see the fireworks that never seem to leave their eyes.
How did those get there?
Did we put them there?
It's beautiful.
My heart always explodes
In tiny Ooo's and Aah's.
Anyway, I understand.
Do it for the children.

scarlet, vermillion, saffron, in air
samhain sacrifice for the coming night
brushstrokes 'cross limbs soon laid bare

arcane characters for the fair
symbols ward them till distant light
scarlet, vermillion, saffron, in air

offered to old gods in ritual prayer
last colors of autumn before winter's white
brushstrokes 'cross limbs soon laid bare

an iron will to survive, they do declare
a solemn pact and a sacred rite
scarlet, vermillion, saffron, in air

herald the end of summer's affair
golden head bowed to geimhreadh's might
brushstrokes 'cross limbs soon laid bare

still stand proud they do, with defiant glare
the trees of the forrest an enchanting sight
scarlet, vermillion, saffron, in air
brushstrokes 'cross limbs soon laid bare

The tracks that change and unchain mind
as if to chase who I should have been.
The metal that has discovered me.
But through these ***** fogged mirrors,
my makeup stays the same.
Yet I realize,
I've grown to fall in love
with what I do not recognize.

I let my thoughts leave as these rails
Lead me.
Bring me anew,
if only to leave the old.
Lonesome heads on windows
and nearly exploding for words.
Grabbing onto any passing strangers breath,
desire for their unknown tales
Desire to know it as if it were my own.
Connect me.

Drive me
towards sanity with a gentle side to side rock
and a slight hum you can't ignore.
Fill me.
Melody upon melody flowing
through mind and state.
Befriend me.
How odd it is to feel most belonged
to a place not meant to keep a single soul.