Floating as the fizzy froth of the rivers and the seas,
Trickling as twinkling teardrops I woefully weep...
The stolen souls were robbed by that rotten disease,
I refuse to let them rest, I refuse to let them sleep.

Coughs carved cracks in their collapsed lungs,
Yet they lied, "It'll be okay," with those tasteless tongues.

Drowning as ashes dyed a disgusting...