"K.O.S." said the warden when she arrived on the scene first Heartattack, like the poet...
when deadbolts awake you from deja yu dreams. at four in the morning you'll know...
Untie me this peace of mind can't let go Beside me, the finer things start...
Well she talks like a bullet And she looks like a goddess Says she's a...
Esta noche es noche buena Vamos al monte, hermanito A cortar un arbolito Porque la...
Enter Suicidal Angels; How hungry have we become; Like animals...
cowardice, this chain of events gather and plot the ensnaring...
scattered throughout now indefinite form willed to find strangers in...
For thou sweepst me in thy robe of guilt with...
and although it can be argued whether time will ever...
With each daring new concept creation and form one fragment...
Gently hold our heads gently hold our heads on high...
A shimmertrace of divinity lost in the beckoning midnight vault...
Beautiful, oh web of stars that looms amid the sons...
now as the lights go down deeper now it seems...