How worthy of love are we? What makes us worthy and why do things have to be this troubling? Learning from the young and reckless Rather than being myself all-knowing And potent, All wrong.
Avoid the crystal spheres Looking glasses of the ****** Treasured possessions of the evils that inhabit them Give me your arm darling, Let me pull you away From it's alluring tongue For its bobber is laughing And the Devil cackles with it. You are safe with me.
we are man all knowing sailing down river a river ever flowing in a distant window candles burning to light the way as the day is turning night a man in the darkness conscious is burning pain to obtain his yearning and the river continues flowing w/ the blood from the all knowing
