Tempest Armada (The)
The Warmest Regards
blueprints in wastebins to birthmarks and dead endsthe warmest regards to the gate and the tollthis asphalt is listening to crosses roll overas waterfalls dance off the ends of the earth"being born is like being kidnapped and sold into slavery"i'm losing myself and finding my mindbut in time i'd see that it wasn't my mindwouldn't i mind to see a timewhen i'm finding myself and losing my mindfeverish and craving are these cherished conceptionsof where we just might belongplugged into your wallsthe angels in your hall wait to be taken apart
From Letras Mania