Circus Devils
Buffalo Spiders
All told stories of known hierarchies Bled their sails on the lost journey And left the exhibit to hunt, gone to naturally Rural plant surgeons sit tight for the meal ticket hide From bursts of lightSee them in the night, lumbering No choice of moralsSpiraling through some sort of network The night lurks without a spineThe nightLurksWithout a spine
From Letras Mania