Testo Loculus

Sunset orange
Dripped through my
Patterned soul
Set your sites

Obligated to recognize, reasoning and compromise
This is not what I intended
Room is filled with emptiness, just to kill my tolerance This in not what I wanted

Lift the love
Pour me out
Strain virus
Now I'm won

Remembering a birth of hatred
The thought of you has broken years
I pray for loss of memory
Still haven't found a way to crush my feelings

Sailing down a red river, hands are drifting through the water