Anomaly - Paper Crows

This visional hope was the twitted god

Varied underneath the dark sky

Reflex the light colored in between these perfect nights

Expectations colored in mount of rich

Web and sky meets the seas

This anomaly in the all of its beauty

Tries to manifest just a source of false

The sky so wants me

The sun light breaks free

Realigning thoughts ask my mind to stilts

Free falling to white sky

Different pots come on moly pants

Greedy for my escape from ice

You are not echoes in my chest

Tension sigh too painful to rest

This anomaly in the all of its beauty

Tries to manifest just a source of false

The sky so wants me

The sun light breaks free

This anomaly in the all of its beauty

Tries to manifest just a source of false

The sky so wants me

The sun light breaks free

This anomaly in the all of its beauty

Tries to manifest just a source of false

The sky so wants me

The sun light breaks free