The strength and power to control what you will.
*Moon tides leaning forward, unwillingly praising the shore's glare.
Slaves that dance and chant in the ocean of glass. Uncontrollable Scintillation at dawn, beyond your limbs' imagination.
I speak of powerful motion, along to the fiery drum beat of a universal heart.
Mindlessly Swaying to the crashing of waves, heat waves, waves; well, the music of the earth humbly beneath your feet.
Of national rhythm, spectacle truths, that spectrum of light that teaches after dark times.*
The power and strength to do your will.
*The blush of rose in the sky near night time. Articulation of life's pleasures into a single moment.
The milky way, every way, life's way; way.
To give the pheonix her flame, to give the sun her glow.
Control of the moons above us, the star, the night. Conductor of rhythm, music flowing through your veins in its perfection.*
The strength. Imagine.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 9:28 AM UTC
The strength and power to control what you will.
*Moon tides leaning forward, unwillingly praising the shore's glare.
Slaves that dance and chant in the ocean of glass. Uncontrollable Scintillation at dawn, beyond your limbs' imagination.
I speak of powerful motion, along to the fiery drum beat of a universal heart.
Mindlessly Swaying to the crashing of waves, heat waves, waves; well, the music of the earth humbly beneath your feet.
Of national rhythm, spectacle truths, that spectrum of light that teaches after dark times.*
The power and strength to do your will.
*The blush of rose in the sky near night time. Articulation of life's pleasures into a single moment.
The milky way, every way, life's way; way.
To give the pheonix her flame, to give the sun her glow.
Control of the moons above us, the star, the night. Conductor of rhythm, music flowing through your veins in its perfection.*
The strength. Imagine.