Daylight smothers the icy branches
The lone creatures empty cry
A void of violent romance
No way out, scream at the sun

Blow the dust off your ancestor’s bones
Break these daggers across your arm
When the mime finds to use his tongue
No one’s ever there to listen to him

The breaking ice soothes the cries
Punishment to the innocent party
The trees live to grow the leaves
Another day the leaves make a tree