Harvester

I'll wait for one chameleon
To open up and show some skin
You'd be waiting a long time
To enjoy the pieces of
A puzzle deep, your identity

I just heard a rumor about your face
High design with a changing, trepid grace
All the gold couldn't pay for what you took
I decline to take this as you

A changing tide goes in and out
Smell hung in the air when you
First tried to change your suit
It never leaves, the stench survives

I just heard a rumor about your face
High design with a changing, trepid grace
All the gold couldn't pay for what you took
I decline to take this as truth

Catch repeats of soul nearing
Lens gazing, depth fading