The Sulfur Infect

If I wrote you a lullaby with verses of moonlit, fogged breath and a chorus of heartbeats- would you fall asleep with our melody in your palms? Bring it to your lips and experience the sulfur infect everything that we've created. Don't twist this around. Don't attempt to justify what we know is wrong. Tendons are torn and screams are released into a poisoned, mathematic atmosphere. We're composing our funeral songs, note by note. With this I declare that tomorrow is an allusion. What if the clouds are fragments of mistakes, fabricated by the factories of our foolishness? We're composing our funeral songs, note by note. Prove me wrong

You know it's really hard to do, to think of anyone but you And how your soul lives in my own The trees are growing roots that will hold your heart inside your chest where you lay Fear no more my son, because someday the trees will sing And I know that someday will come, Where the trees are growing roots among the place we used to sit and breathe the air. Someday, someday the trees will sing, Oh my god! My heart is with you now! And my body is growing roots that will hold your feelings down. And I will sing a song for you, where a thousand pandas dance under the warmth and ocean blue.