Kite Eating Tree - Twelve Tribes

Down sped the long sleep;

Across from me lay the drag

The itch and the grace i had left the night before

If only the pillows could speak

Would they mention me in yellow

Piss-stained, bleeding gleam?

A hung sloth of paradise or pendulum

Once the day is over as I

The drag will be found in the lost night

(and insanity arrives, I can’t be called back)

Otherwise i am left in drifting sands

Without the air a whole man

Half-eaten heart

And as it goes

This weighted leaf the itch

Will be found in time sinking

Longing my kite eating tree

This beloved world i disown

'impulse arrested spills over

And the floods are feeling

The floods are passion

The floods are even madness' fondling time

Seeing into the drop it sings to me

And slowly falls apart

I slide away into the open wind

I slide spilling fractions of family

Over the floor it sings call me

What you will your master, your whore

Call me brother

Color me red and the sun stone grey

When I’m standing by your side

Tell me your story friend impulse

Arrested spills over the floods are madness