What are you doing here?
What do you want?
Is it music?
We can play music.
But you want more.
You want something & someone new.
Am I right?
Of course I am.
You want ecstasy
Desire & dreams.
Things not exactly what they seem.
I lead you this way, he pulls that way.
I'm not singing to an imaginary girl.
I'm talking to you, my self.
Let's recreate the world.
The palace of conception is burning.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
meat eating orchids forgive no-one just yet
cut myself on angels hair and baby's breath
broken hymen of your highness, i'm left black
throw down your umbilical noose so i can climb right back
meat eating orchids forgive no-one just yet