I was met
on the road
by a face
I once knew
Shapeless
was his frame
and his colors
were few
We went out
for a time
but his sentence
is in
Climbing into
the eye
where the
numbers begin
Go back down
don't touch
the ground
Go back down
don't touch
the ground
Go back down
don't touch
the ground
Go back down
don't touch
the ground
I was met
on the road
by a face
that was mine
Echoed chambers
and spoke
with a
demons demand
You can never
go home
if you were
never shown
Spots on the
irises bleed
where the numbers
were born
Go back down
don't touch
the ground
Go back down
don't touch
the ground
Go back down
don't touch
the ground
Go back down
don't touch
the ground