THE GIRL WHO LIVED TO SLEEP, LOCKED IN A VIEW with HER RHINESTONE FLEECE- tight around her cinnamon skin- complete freedom from every day trapping of waking-eating-working-drinking-grinding-f*cking-sleeping--a martyr for our inner reason
NExT DOOR Orange Blossom and the pay by hour prince, REPEAT RITUAL AFTER RITUAL, MANATRA'S ALL TO SIMPLE- THE DIRGE RINGS INDIE THEIR TEMPLE
THE Winter may never come
It's sunny place for shady people gathering to watch you go over the edge
It's sunny place for shady people in a head on collision running from any kind of lord or religion
Its sunny place for shady people where no one cares to listen they only hear what their told
It's a sunny place for shady people past the mission fed by spoons of gold
Do you care to KNOW THE TRUTH do you hear me breathing from this castaway prison near the shore
The girl who loved to sleep when she wakes she is likely to still BE asleep- but deep in her roots of her dirty blonde hair you can find her SOLACE, run your hands through her ruby code, her light emerges - to the ignorant eye her isolation is devotion- she restored my faith in others
SHE and I share each other's breath of life
Overprescribed at night we read the others minds
RAceing time I know we will be just fine
Colorblind We wonder outside the hive mind
PARADISE
HER and I share each other's breath of life
Begin the climb
December's wine
RAceing time
Combined
Align
Prescribe
Died inside
You and I can read each other's minds
GIVE ME YOUR EYES
YOUR MOUTH, YOUR LAUGH LINES
YOUR BEAUTIFUL DISGUISE
YOUR LOVING LIGHT