stormbirds drifting on a pool at rest
then come waves they
man without a rudder is ruled by the sea
lost all
tell me what will become of the youth of today
in
did you say all the things you meant to say
silence
when i was the one with the ruined look
clustering around
i stepped out on a celluloid night
that flickered on a
build a sound phrase run it through a nation
make a
insomniacs making knives
listen to them scraping after the last count
they
you want to see the blueprint rip
you want to see
i saw you burning in a starlit night
just like a
the sun was unsure
and wet with rays
it shuffled down in
i will hate clubs, also small talk and drugs
mainly exist