Wheat Delusion

If I could only wear those obscuring glasses
Ah! If I could only see the poisons I lose from
wheat ah! If I couldgain happiness by lending my own
4 winds each blowing grey drop hearts long lives
If they could shine on me lifes
horizon I could tear with my
?eth distract my eyes with pumping
light grey heart field and nail my
?ets to the door behind which I hide
?awing veins on the ground to give it life