Can't you see the painted roses on the table
Sitting in a vase that is cracked in half
Can't you hear the birds calling from inside
Of the ancient forest of delight
I do not want to fight, work, or remember how we did not
Get along
How I could not get along
Can't you see the painted roses on the table
Sitting in a vase that is filled with tears
Can't you see the minutes eaten by the Insect
Waisted figure of the hour glass
I've given you my last bowl of understanding
To watched it speared like a carcass on a knife
This is the knife of life, work, and independence
We are only free at night, but that is when we sleep