Tarot

They are daisies afraid of rain.
Hiding from the touches that bring no pain.
Frozen in the warmth of all this life.
Wilting, every ray of sun's a knife.
Caught in the deadlights.
Mesmerized by the deadlights.
We shine on, but the darkness lies within.
Growing underneath the broken skin.
Raging battle is in our veins.
Feed on, bleed on, it all becomes the same.
Caught in the deadlights.
Mesmerized by the deadlights.