Locust Wings
A bed fit for lying in, ceilings seal the irony
A masquerade proven wrong
It's bugs grow inside my dreams
They sing, "I can hear your skin crawl"
Secrets buried inside everything
The transparency of locust wings
Secrets painted in our tendencies
If only you were listening
Do they make your skin crawl?
Do they make your sins forgiven?
Secrets buried inside everything
The transparency of locust wings
Secrets painted in our tendencies
If only they were listening
Secrets buried inside everything
The transparency of locust wings
The secrets we keep inside of our dreams are carved into our spines and our memories