Come witness the death of a young star, crippling flares bursting from the retinas. Succumb to her madness. A deformed creature of habit - unintelligent, misguided scoundrel ravenously craving the one she can't have. ***** breathing. Sanguine drippings run down white feet - she tears the rampant emotions out from her skin. Hush! She can hear you...


Wander uselessly through the South. An old acquantance becomes your sole purpose. A waxing!
A wedding. A waning... weeping. Wanderer, you are banished back to the ice.
Learn to obey, or learn to become creative in your rebellion.
Hold your heart just close enough to smell the metallic tang, but not too close or you'll ash on it.
Breathe in little Wanderer, you have so much potantial.
Cut out the poison
Cut out the poison
Cut out the poison

Drench the wounds in Everclear
Burn away your doubts

My eyes can see nothing safe or sound in these days
Take me back to October
Take me back to my old life
I want my little nest with my mate and my young
and my potholders and my clutter
I want to sleep next to something
I want to die

Crying little children, all of you. I am just one more.