blueprints in wastebins to birthmarks and dead ends
the warmest regards to the gate and the toll
this asphalt is listening to crosses roll over
as waterfalls dance off the ends of the earth
"being born is like being kidnapped and sold into slavery"
i'm losing myself and finding my mind
but in time i'd see that it wasn't my mind
wouldn't i mind to see a time
when i'm finding myself and losing my mind
feverish and craving are these cherished conceptions
of where we just might belong
plugged into your walls
the angels in your hall wait to be taken apart