As the moon creeps up the hunched back of the...
Climbing the tail of the brooding serpent...

Tell Mother I've gone to marry a man with green...
Green as as the ocean...

We're waiting.
Here, for you, the lost...

Lord of the burning flowers,
Sparks in the dark sky...

I thought I saw in those eyes, these eyes
a reckoning...

Machine of Circumstance
who sees and who bleeds...

Red rose romance,
Weddings, wilted...

She has the eyes of a snake
and the heart of a wolf...

Self-abortive, psychoactive,
broken lyrical machine...

He says his thoughts are tangled like
Thorns...

Come now, child,
I hope you listen well...

Bend
shake...