Log book: Up here in this part of the sky, each nerve transmits sounds Dimensional space is canceled And there's no interruption in its purity The desert is nothing now There are no falling sleeves here No day reminds of another And no instant is similar to another No life crosses any other lives Or every will do As no being has been conceived...Learn More

Cold as a valley Where I lay my head Cold as a women On another man's bed Down in the forest With the devil in me I remember the looks on their faces Through the sycamore trees Ain't no chariots of fire Come to take me home I'm lost in the woods And I wander alone Hellfire, Hellfire Take my soul I'm waiting, waiting I'm ready to go Mothers,...Learn More