Stain

it was on a hill
it was some kind of will
you could see the miles wiping
covering everything
and the premeditated man
he is haunting with his duckshot
took a palomino
took a palomino
and he came for the blood
and he left with the stain
he said i'm through the thin
and through the thin
i'm going to get in
and this was ancient but still
and the wonder floated over
left everything ravished
and he was pulled back
taken down
and shot at
for a sense of enthralling strictly
being the last stand of one eagle-eyed boy flotsam
being the last stand of the fat patermeat
when the furthest light
is the darkest sound
and the sympathetic lie
comes wafting down
desperate he loves a crocodile
is the own soldier tent
he is seeing nobody
when the breath beats best in a webbed wall
and the bound breath wounds in a clubbed brain
it's not your stain
it's not it's not your stain
when once you were a tender bleak mountain range
when once you were a mountain
you were going to cure hypnosis
you were going to cure hypnosis
and the formula stank in secret
and it forged itself so deep
no one snail could bellow out its fall
foul motion and relentful
it's a death kind of winning
it's a death a death kind of winning
when the breath beats best in a webbed wall
and the bound breath wounds in a clubbed brain
and it's not your stain
it's not it's not your stain
what is it now that sucks the spit from your eye
what dim crave is the sound of your love
see it parade everything it can not uncover
i hear you are deeper still
and everything is forgotten
what you want
you can not imagine
what you want
what you want
you can not imagine
what was once
it's gone lost
what was once
it's gone stained