Twisting limbs of shrapnel A crown around my head The masses scream for Sappho But she's wasted in her bed Beside a mask made of 'lectricity And tantric books of poetry And oh my god you're killing me With rock n roll salvation ecstasy Don't make me regret this My devotion to a cause The sound of holy laughter And a lifetime of applause Singular...Learn More

The horses departed Out from her skinny fingers She babbled about her Boyfriend's newfound love for living But she's got nothing to do nothing to do With what you can see The shape she takes is just a way For her to say to me Take a look around and tell me what you see Is it real or is it only make believe Then she takes out of her purse another...Learn More