Seems that in the Summer we ride into the clouds
and suffocate suffering under the sun
boiling and baking like the dirt
from whence we came, and no one's the same
and we're all just sore and hurt.
I long to see what part of Iris
I can't ever escape this hollow
where I am dying.
But once within this haunted palace.
I will find the key.
to find my Harmony.
Yes, indeed we have come at last
to the castle in the sea
where the dragons soar, and the cries
"come unto me."
ring from the mountain in the sky.
where no one goes, but everyone knows
that demons live inside!
I long to see what part of Iris
I can't ever esc