bryan sia
Poison being burned inside
Burn out and think you of mine
Let memory will turn into a nirvana
And everything becomes clear and empty
Let blood into water to turn
And the way to streams will find
Crystal cold to break through
And marble memory becomes in it
In spaces of fields it will be find
Will search an underground stream
And a strong flame will blow up
Will depart having disappeared up
There, there it will be......