Pupils of Sand

Hallucinations
Of purple plants
The heavy boulders of your mind
What a crime
They carry you all the time

Reverberations
Of broken glass
The drying pupils made of sand
In eyes
That are trying not to cry

Defibrillations
Of lightning strikes
The tightening clamps caught in your back
What a crime
That you carry all the time
And pupils made of sand
Are trying not cry

(Hey hello it's nice to meet you
What's the matter don't we please you)



Credits
Writer(s): Gus Jahn
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