Locust Wings - Sleep Spindles

A bed fit for lying in, ceilings seal the irony

A masquerade proven wrong

It’s bugs grow inside my dreams

They sing, «I can hear your skin crawl»

Secrets buried inside everything

The transparency of locust wings

Secrets painted in our tendencies

If only you were listening

Do they make your skin crawl?

Do they make your sins forgiven?

Secrets buried inside everything

The transparency of locust wings

Secrets painted in our tendencies

If only they were listening

Secrets buried inside everything

The transparency of locust wings

The secrets we keep inside of our dreams are carved into our spines and our

memories