River of deceit

There ain’t a free bird,

ain’t a bird whose has not been drown,

ain’t a man who wishes to be drowned,

in the river, river of deceit.

Why come together after all

If the fate is to fall

Only fall

I don’t believe in myself, my grey eyes lie

I don’t believe in urs either,

blue hurts even more.

All I believe is your blue eyes can be heartless

and when my heart grows, it needs no deceits,

not the water of sanity

but a log of wood, a ripened piece of wood

to hold together the river for a while

without burning the organs

till I get drowned. 

With all love to "Mad season" and their best number from the album "Above"