TheKill -Flying Lotus
Little killer hardly
Better days I have seen
Them they leave blew away
But there's a mark out on me
An arrow sent blades to
Defend his heart beating
Beat repeating
Embers of half sleep dream scape
The distance fades
I'm rearranging the game
Dont you want to play
Heavy to move but slowly
Burned in his gaze
A scarlet tongue and how
It prays only to one shape
The Kill