Monday, February 06, 2006

forsake your dreams
they are already dead
we got fists full of mercury
in this land, today
and secret keroscene fueled souls
because kid, wheather you know it or not
you are the nomad and the king
dilythilide crystals light the night
blow the fuse box heart
run and inhale like falling stars

1 comment:

The Antagonist said...

wonderfully wicked alchemy