Reflecting on what's been
Though past will be future
When again yesterday
Progress is methodic meaning step by step
Too much too long
Face in my hands admiring view again
Pictures tell me it's
Go away go away
You fill my headspace
With evil thoughts unkind
I
Hell was a place I knew a long time ago
Everything
Energy from every pore
Make what you will
Are you with or
My Angel! Clipped wings, I know.
Wanders in darkness, on grimy
I lie on my blue sheet so blue
Wait for sunrise
One man climbs higher then one bites dust
Thru the
So few words
So few words
We are movin' round to the
