Ten Souls - Gulfer

Distraught on violence day

You thought me how to hate

Gasoline, we have thrown, fire the graveyard

Spinning gloves will catch your breath

We burst in exclamation marks from living rooms too small

There were ten souls from free falling, ten souls from helicopters

We burst in exclamation marks from living rooms too small

Short-sighted heart waiting for something…

…like the blood in the snow

Like a colour red mile

We could save it on gasps

Through all our wet clothes

And these messes are yours

Yes, we fired the graveyard

And who was it for?