Burgoss - Haze

Numb mouth                   
Shout and desire
No stranger to fire,
After the snuff
maybe was not the bottom
Maybe all fallen.
Whimsical way watered,
Heart pain is callen

Something but impossible
All the scraps, scraps.
Dissolved in mind,
My star in the night. 

The creak and crack is what they say,   
Close door  beats without a price
Was fucking pouring boiling way.
Frozen trail melts on the eyes

Gray morning look< rock              
At an abandoned garden.
Maybe I fall up
maybe down falling other
the haze is insurrection
I can not find miles
The same trace occupation
Looks directly into her eyes.

Something but impossible
All the scraps, scraps.
Dissolved in mind,
My star in the night.

The creak and crack is what they say,   
Close door  beats without a price
Was fucking pouring boiling way.
Frozen trail melts on the eyes