Burden Toss

Hello pouring rain, how are you today
Come and wash away all seeming pain
That hurt from the bottom of bottomless hearts
Conjured from the lies that conquer all good

Clean and purify the mind of the lost
Now everything we do is of lost cause

Good afternoon, suffering of the lean
Logic is twisted and nightmares to dreams
Can we come together selflessly, like lines in the art
Of everything new from the top of where we stood

Clean and purify the mind of the lost
Now everything we do is of lost cause

Good evening, come and enter new suns
Mend the hearts of our broken ones
Vines interlock and seem to never let loose
Like so, these arms are dreaming, let go of your noose

Clean and purify the mind of the lost
Now everything we do is of lost cause

Can we dream again from the dream of the cross
Death and decay will die, this is the new burden toss