Pile
Lowered Rainbow
A lowered rainbow smothers and hovers
As all colors are wrung out
Behind its face, a laughing chasm
Dress up its bodies and grind up its bones
They made up their minds and now we'll make our move
Death dealer enters in white gloves, palms open
"Tell us all we're right"
And with a straight face, the dealer obliged
The clouds roll in as quick as they turn to stone
And when the sky falls, we'll see a rainbow up close
From Letras Mania