Michael Pitt ( Blake) Death To Birth

From ripe To rotten Too real To live Should I lie down Or stand up And walk around again My eyes finally wide open up My eyes finally wide open shut To find the found of sound That hears the touch of my tears Smells the taste of all we waste Could feed the others But we smother each other with the necter And pucker the sour A bittersweet weather It blows through our trees Swims through our seas Fly s through the last gasp we left On this earth Ohh Ohh Ohhhhh It s a long lonely journey From death to bi