| False Sense of Danger |
Breathe in the cold wind of the dessert. Can you feel the seasons changing? Breathe in the new sensation offered By the raging flames from the black sun. Breathe in the new debonaire air of change. Can you feel the thrilling false sense of danger? Held at your throat is the imaginary blade, Dripping from your breast a bloodless cut, The lustful look from the devil's kins, The dreams in your brain that never ceased to sprint, Purposeless laughter ringing in your ears, The waking passionate fear laid dormant for years. Breathe in the cold wind of the dessert. Can you feel the seasons changing? Breathe in the new sensation offered By the raging flames from the black sun. Look at the world through new eyes. Can you feel the persistant suicidal desire? Throwing yourself down from a high building, Plunging head first into the watery sea, Swollowing poison with addictive stink, Twist the knife, breaking the skin. |