Frightening spiders light the hallway too
Galore of cattle pines and fractals
Nevermind the beastly ports of air diminishment
Suckle out the messing games of heat traps and despair
Go to fill me up, try to sell your luck
Miss the blue man’s tide

Sober on the solid ground
Kiss the rain goodbye
When it comes to wasting time
Hole in one to come

Jill on the blue hill
Four generations ago
She whimpers out on the snow

Celeste on the bar of raptors
Balloons in cattle graze and pinchers
Gold and gallions with a few
Salooning down the street
Been a long time, wait for now
Maroon establishment

Go alone and pack your bags
This is no guessing game
I’m the ******* of this town
For a long time now

Wind inside the wind
It’s not a secret to me
My mind was a capitalist greed

Soap of laughter fill the spot
Soaked me up, enjoyed a lot
With blood filling up the room
My instincts tell me truth