Rosy Maple from LUCK by Riot Spears

Lids are on your houses
A spell won't let them stir
Even if you manage
They pass it to the heir

They weave a silk, they process
Dream of trees and dears
But they won't fly
If the lid will disappear

Sire bond promised me

From afar blows a whisper
Free, flattering silk ghosts mate
But we stuck in the cluster
Should we? Could we? Wait!

Sire bond, ambulance

And if you please will have a sit
My lonely mouth, just take a sip
And when you place your head down
You will drown and it won't take long

Sire bond, silence me
Sire bond, physical restraint
Sire bond, silence me
Me

• Alternative
• alternative rock
• grunge
• post-grunge
• punk
• riot grrrl
• Berlin