By Burn The Priest, Archaic methods transfer through
well in the face of mass denial.
By Burn The Priest, Turn on all the light and punch them out.
All
By Burn The Priest, Picking crumbs from the beards of others,
futile organisms with
By Burn The Priest, We are in this world not of it.
Spreading like
By Burn The Priest, With just a flick of the opal banded finger
I
By Burn The Priest, Flickering lies glazed cornea creating cerebral corpses.
A senseless data
By Burn The Priest, Ripped out all the options,
busted broke still drunk on
By Burn The Priest, Whine, whine, whine.
How can you afford to throw me
By Burn The Priest, As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper,
thoughts turn
By Burn The Priest, The Public wants what the public gets.
Lazarus himself wouldn’t
By Burn The Priest, Lay waste torn as under weak and lost in the
By Burn The Priest, Smothered under your affection,
solitude an acquisition,
symbiosis turned parasitic.
By Burn The Priest, Shorn of apocryphal pride,
the locks falls predicting strife.
Cranium