Spade

The boiling spade is sparrow My sweet knife rusts tomorrow Now im confectioned Descending to the earth Burn your spit rain down on me Whisper your dead breath so suffered Bang your knives on the altar of my ego Drain my heart and made a spade Ive been left in traces But i in your veins All my little lies splashed are open Like they begging for doping and hoping A bitter pedal cheated that kicked wont be back Im damned and drowned in sorrow And all the faces are equal low We must secure the shadows As the substances fades away