- cifra
the dance of sulphur
can take your wills away
it burns past places
that shadow your sun
I felt something guarding me
as I entered the country
under water day
and a psychic moon
I fell over constantly
like I could
like I should
as you do when you learn
something good
and it grew and it grew and it grew
where the wild things rest
and my healer said it was meant to be
he'd have my smile
he'd have your hands
so break me
for my rows of hearts and hands
the dance of sulphur
can try its best to mend
