| To Paint the Sunsett | ||||
| On Icarus's path: I trace horizons Over oceans evaporated steam Connect this noose to the clouds Let me fall from lucid dreams I'll hang there choking for a light year A spectacle of naivity For all to see reality undo me as I'm crushed by gravity Now carry me away on asphalt strechers Gasoline city side streams Mop up my masterpiece bloodied scene As i burst crimson tangerine Somewhere between falling and breaking Life divulged unto me Whats in our minds Whats in our hearts A burst of crimson tangerine From my erupting viens I spray paint the sunsett Slipknot wound from my dreams The human pendulum and a cloud of crows Music. Silence. and Conformity. |
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