This is the second song i've ever written, and my first post

Catch the rain in coffins; it will save us all the tears.
Throw Christmas cards into the fire and lose our daily fears.

It’s become the simple state of mind, no choice to live or die
God is non-existent and we are not quite so kind.


The looking glass is tarnished and the kaleidoscope is grey.
I hear the people crying out, they beg for one more day.

Our strings are getting tangled now that gold has turned to dust,
We’ve cut ourselves on blades of grass; our eyes have turned rust.

(Hum to outro)

i don't like humming, but that's alright.
i do like your lyrics though, i think they're swell.