Vlork: Mighty Wielder Of Sheep

My departure from this place was just as hard spoken Shade of blue As throwing a fish back into dark waters I remember how it felt To concur other peoples minds and thoughts Looking over heated shoulders To see melting patterns as faces That is when nothing mattered When I get to where I am going I'll thin it out for you Paint over the memories Every last fucking one of you Sit so still now Everyone Poison Hold your neck gracefully Tearing like a child A skyscraper about to fall Collapsing, challenging the feeling of death... Bruised of what you're all afraid of The feeling of death This prince he's cold Cold and Blue Like the 80's early 90's Long Island Summers will end at the very fall of you Sit still at the sight of the loop That no one will ever know...