I used to be better at expressing
But what is there left to express
All of my heart has been exhausted
That's where my words came from...
From a combination of electric pulses and bloody valves
A stream of steam
But now I've learned a few things
The pulses are a smooth current
Coming from halogen gases
Hopping along into a train of smoke
Of poems and science and all things of love
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Diamond Dogs
You're lost in thoughts
Your imaginary world is coming for you
You've fallen from the heavens
You've fallen from the earth
You're stuck in hell
And you're not ever gettin' out
You've fallen from the earth
You're stuck in hell
And you're not ever gettin' out
Every man has a monster in his soul
Every woman has a serpent in her skin
We are human
We are machines
Animals in the foremost
And we're going to carry on
Soldiers, unite
The hounds of hell have ate your guts and spit them back
They transmutated your diamonds back to charcoal
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Acoustics
I want some perfect white fluff
Sparkling as the most perfect decoration
One day humankind's time will have passed
No one will be
And beauty will be left
to be beauty by itself
Strobe lights light up the evening sky
The sun is setting with ribbons around its neck
One day the sun will set and sink
No one will be
And beauty will be left
to be beauty by itself
Take it to the grave
You'll take this heart to the grave of your ancestors
Take it to your grave
Sparkling as the most perfect decoration
One day humankind's time will have passed
No one will be
And beauty will be left
to be beauty by itself
Strobe lights light up the evening sky
The sun is setting with ribbons around its neck
One day the sun will set and sink
No one will be
And beauty will be left
to be beauty by itself
Take it to the grave
You'll take this heart to the grave of your ancestors
Take it to your grave
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