Iota Outside Lyrics

Outside Lyrics

Painting my roses red



Remember all the



Bloody things they said



Wiping my hands



That bleed



Bleeding into the dirt



That groans under me



Constantly my dirty friend



Help me roll over again



There's a fence by the road



I should climb



It was there



That my palette



And I would wait



For our paintings



To flower and stitch up



The canvas on our return



Elbow on a broken seed



Opening an angry mouth



That bleeds



Times when the grounds



Crawling like mice



Are birds and like birds



Are men and me eyes



On either side



Of my head so never



Either eye shall meet



Firey come, firey go



Burning you memory on me



There's an artist



Whose strength I admire



Who's warming his feet



By my fire



These riches he owns



Aren't the same



As the tokens we win



Playing games



We play outside