Slow Film

There is no speak Where there is no heart so I keep it away From the ones up above is it a strange plea thousand nights its Under your feet man alone in the dark Walking with priestess Over the drug Picking on bitches Cutting a smile Why don't he see it Taking his eyes Falling through secrets And killing the mind Eye on the mage sleeping for days I don't know where you go To feel safe to pray Brightly a meadow Turns in the sun Slowly the head goes Under your love