verse 1 Gray petals of bombs fall on us crack the body’s puzzle. We know how it bends to metal’s will how it forgets the meaning it carries, when broken. Some say the meaning goes away. I want to see it. Burned eyes are petals from a black rose we love and fear even in our dreams. And you dream too, Instrumental verse 2 we’ve seen your eyes rush under lids at the checkpoint of subconscious, burn through stolen scenes, what others felt when bombs fell. If petals are made of ash, what can we know about the flower, its smell, its proud posture, it’s shortmlived optimism? Some say the meaning comes later I want to see it. As you learn, your end, See the body’s ironic puzzle, its checkpoint, its unanswered question – you realize it too: nothing is firm here, not even the harm we do nor how we carry and strangle, and fail to strangle the meaning of you. the meaning of you the meaning of you