The Weather - Pond

He sold out both his eyes

Yet sees her face

Her thighs in lace

Oh, why such waste?

Ghosts are only negative space

Ancestors, no blood

No place, no mark

Just voices, in the dark

The floor, is covered in champagne

The leather and the blood, and all the sudden rain

Man, you should’ve seen those cops baptise

The worst case scenario, survival game

He sold out both his eyes

Yet sees her face

Her thighs in lace

Oh, why such waste?

The floor, is covered in champagne

The leather and the blood, and all the sudden rain

And man, you should’ve seen those cops' batons

The worst case scenario, survival game