I like the way my hand looked on your head
In the prescense of my knuckles
And the beauty of this vision alone
Just like yesterday’s sunset
Has been perverted by the sentimental
And mistaken for love
The felix of your truth will always break it
And the iris of your eyes will always shake it
And the armies
The armies I have created
Will always hate it
Will always bate you on
I liked the way my hand looked on your head
In the prescense of my struggle
And the beauty of this vision alone
I can’t shake from my tree just yet
it’s invading all my private moments
Listen to me now
The felix of your truth will always break it
And the iris of your eye will always shake it
And the armies
The armies i have created
Will always hate it
Will always bate you on