Eating all the clouds
Breaking all their moister
Mawl down the lighting and the ice
Filling bellies full of watery vice
Brace, riding this carrion is hard
They eat their way scaring the sky
They are serving tea and biscuits in the first class cabin
Damn
Blue the distance
Convergence we gather/crosses we shatter
I wish I was bulletproof on the tune player
Does it matter? Rafters/plots pantomime horse slayer
Cram
Leave this wish ant
Apple tastes, butter grace/fly buzzcut shone in the race
Moon kisses her mace. She wields it with all her grace
Flavour/silver bottle dies in a haste
Stamp
Is that a quote from Immanuel Cant?
I’m on my way down to galaxy hall the meeting place of devils and gore
In the blustery palls sits every kind of horned beast of flamed saw
And while I yawn my mothers calm breaths and the seas dark depths I am all gone
For about this place, is a bezel and grace that you’d not think would be adore
Flames along the way, and a marshal of the rammer army
Playing hellish beats, and frying golden meats in the kitchen for the feast
I’m starting to feel welcome and safe which I did not expect to be a part of such a place
I’m here now and must be making the best I can
Kill the message.
Kill the messenger.
Murcury is not death, though
His is as deceiving as any one can tell
A theith and a lair, Larunda will not tell though
For cutthroat Jupiter hastily cut out her tounge
You may think, that Murder has beseeched the messenger of the gods
You forgot they are just as tricksy as us if not more
But what else is a god, but the very hardened psychosis of us poorly mortals
1. I’m just as bad as all of the rest
Telling the truth today
It’s just a featherweight fighting for rate
Getting the bell because it’s used
Stony sand and a beer in a half pint
Singing with motorcycles blooms
Chorus:
But I don’t see how
Rick and his brother still love
It’s all 9 hells and a few more to quell
Just down and down and down and down
2. I’m just as hurt as the man in the pond
Shooting up black opium
Hark the herald devils singing you home
Warehouse spaces left empty
Homeless emotions see the memory
Murder distance from trendil energies
