West of where I've lyed-
lye down beside the white path;
forget the ashes;
Of overstoned, turnover paths;
back to back of ashes,
start every match: watch me die;
Die by your hand-by the heart,
explode and reload....
crash and burn;
I'll never return,
return for you, never for me;
rewind what you see,
Seek... -The St. Angeloes Mountain,
reach for the fountain,
make one wish,
ignorance is Bliss;
27,000 ft. to the tree that makes no sound.
