Blue Gallery — October Tide

The rain I fear Kills again We sacrify The ways of time There is a ghostly morgue Painted the day A haunting cast of moon I got us flowers for my second doom

I fear white ghosts like me The tidings of October I paint myself like All sky Die

Into the blue Someone has to die I already did Deep In October

Fear all those nights of pain My soul, is it dying Break my wings I’ve lost it all

Into the blue Someone has to die I already did Deep In October

Fear all those nights of pain My soul, is it dying Break my wings I’ve lost it all