wire

we are the acid crowded flame
there's really nothing left to say
now you can see the other's day
everyone's just blackened our empty rain.
and something red dead starts to flow
my sudden wooden grey salt crow
so crawling ice slips afterlife
i'll be the one who can catch the knife
the death will tell them how to appear in the sore
i've been injected into divided pore
so answer the question give your severe hand
to the soft end
chatter cast flicker of carcass
like a lust for skin
as simple as sin
you know that i mean
the wire
harsh white stone'll win
we are the fire
nails reclamation desire
harvest of fingers of rattle
settle
i've flickered to wake up
i've taped to face up
and once i'll just be sink
the wall feeds the weak link
i've seen the violet scar
so dead so omen so far
laying in the corner warm
inhaling solvent in the storm
yes i've crunched silent
so real so violent
and candles see trees black
falling down to paralyzed back
needle is the fresh haze
dancing tripping heavy grace

февраль 2014