Twilight Property - Tiny Vipers

Onslaught, i piety that ail

On droughts in our fear

Crazy for gripe of our graze to your no end

And to brae your arm

Craze on high

This was a brave new world i told

Told you 'bout cries in dying

«i wasn’t like you» was my only pain

Braid your heart west to the ear

This crunch of hope

You are never only pale

And of horses was your call

And how easy is your pain?

All i have ill dream of you again

And your hills opened whole

Saddened id have holes begot

And the false was every one

That’s my own

Always a pose i had

Through a pain 'cause you pay

And holes my trap

Days past one last face

Crazy says our marrow

May he come

On a 'morrow