Fountains Will Bloom Executions Down To the Aqueduct

Sorrow spoke the alphabet, Turned upside down. The little girl will bring, they said... She will bring cemetery corruption. Turned upside down alphabet. Fountains will bloom executions down to the aqueduct. Stripes arranged flat in the ground of the jail where pupils ran orange, Lines across the story, Tell her of her grave. Blue hearts perfectly presented, Around a pink fountain. Future stands in the horizon, Tattooed heart, she will bring. Nobody knows if she will stay for long, But she spoke sorrow in a stereo telegram, as she cried in an alphabet voice and tone, where spiders fell on her cheeks... Turned upside down alphabet. Fountains will bloom executions down to the aqueduct, for all of us.