Asleep through all the nightmares i've been keeping. Seems like a drug that I had a handle on was slipping... I kept a bird in a cage to evoke the sky to save me. i had wings enough but nothing so much as anything happening', only the worst happiness and a crap rapture.
II
" New York, can I call you? " I'm sleeping through the windswept plains with my filigree tucked in my boots and all things strange, a whisper in my Lager.. just a mumble in the dust of my last confession.