Blackbird Raum
Ensemble Suicide
burning down the days, let me count the wayscalling up the waste, so what the fuckthe breath of the beast is haze and smog, security cameras for eyes and allwinding rows of teeth growing sharper still eating the flesh of hourscash in the cockle shells bite the copper coin and runthis fiberglass wound is tearingim stealing backa ragged gash worn smooth swollen shut and padlock held you can't go back the way you cameIf I could make them run I'd run theman affidavit sworn in dental floss and chicken bone, lashed together as through a storm
From Letras Mania