Hazy eyes in need of slumber Heavy veins beneath the pride Moans of holding breaths for too long Feed the mouths then shut them up Keep your red forehead up straight! Monochrome endeavors Reckon with the sublime Thorns of bloodshed entwine It’s coming closer… Thighs of stone remain in the sun As chords of pain commence to sink Heart that never heard of leisure Indigenous seed becoming extinct Keep your red forehead up straight! Monochrome endeavors Reckon with the sublime Thorns of bloodshed entwine It’s coming closer…