Acid burn, soak it up
Lick the puddle, taste the cup
Bloodying thick, fogging dark
Melancholia’s the spark
Chain the neck, plate the face
Blinding plenty, tape erase
Culture here, culture there
Dissappearance everywhere
Buried stone, underground
Sleeping on a bed of straw
Naked body melt the snow
Be the one who heats the cold
...Some lower order of desire…
...Some dreamy night you fly in.
Think how you FEEL, feel how you KNOW.
Some dreamy night you fly in…
“See my home in the sand
I am never moving
Age to age, hand in hand
I watch the ruin
Beast to best, man to man
I am never moving
Turn the page, cut the hand.”