I will take a train to Babylon but never declare my own trespassing bombs
Red dirt in the mind is hardened and seduced for one minute and then lost
Pedestrians are mowed down as I hoard weapons for ecstasy
I bathe in hard water a blued frontier explorer while the sun is nothing
I have to smother your discoveries while you come onto filth icicles
The letters of the killed mark my path announcing biblical winter
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 4:42 PM UTC
I will take a train to Babylon but never declare my own trespassing bombs
Red dirt in the mind is hardened and seduced for one minute and then lost
Pedestrians are mowed down as I hoard weapons for ecstasy
I bathe in hard water a blued frontier explorer while the sun is nothing
I have to smother your discoveries while you come onto filth icicles
The letters of the killed mark my path announcing biblical winter
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