[Autumnwind]

She grasps the handles by the strings she gently placed
Resenting grace in every stencle trace she can't erase
The cracks on this shifty stage and the misty gaze
Shine light on new beginnings in this weary age
Here come the waves like a train shaking her brace
And she can't relate to any fucking bleeding face
So praise today even when you can't find your way
Just for a change of pace try to feign the pain