It's 4 am and we will stalk again
The princess and your better queen.
On the fourth day of july
Deep in summer's eye,
Naked like the truth should always be.

So speak your knives.
Don't folow, with your foot,
All this pain here.
All comes from, your trial
I won't listen.
Your rhetoric, is fleeting
My lies are fixed with glue.

Coming straight from off the water
Sunburned face and drunken father
Crying as shes carving in her flesh

It's 4 am and we will stalk again
The princess and your better queen.
On the fourth day of july
Deep in summer's eye,
Naked like the truth should always be.

This false art,
Of palm trees, and trash sheets
This burning bed
Where my ghost, will not sleep.

Watching romance from a far seat,
Bleeding from the glass on my feet,
Learning that I love the smell of flesh.

An angel, on his two knees.
Arms stretched, toward a red sea
Of violence, and a sultry toungue.
The scenic, view of carnage
Caused by, the sword in his hands
The beauty resonates in birth.

Its plain to see,
the wind beneath the trees.
Flowing free,
the summer breeze is sweet.

I lay in space,
Choked by my own air.

I love the taste
Of your blackened lips

And it's 4 am and we will stalk again
The princess and your better queen.
On the fourth day of july
Deep in summer's eye,
Naked like the truth should always be.