Stain - Citizen

Stain your shell in red

Act on my request

Suspend me by the neck

Make me whole again

A familiar face

A bed of thorns

A minor scent from where you were

Let your garden grow

My eyes still twitch for nothing

Loosen your empty hands

My heart still beats for nothing

I’m new, but a duplicate

Grown from a nourished bed

I long for a hologram, a replica, something exact

Stain

A hand, a ring, a special place, a sea of red from which you came

Let your garden grow

My eyes still twitch for nothing

Loosen your empty hands

My heart still beats for nothing

Take me by the hand

Be my architect in grey

Sell yourself to me

My eyes still burn to this day