Fragile Shapes

In Vague Shadows A Feathered Lady Softly Builds Valleys Of Wasted Ages

Constrained In A White Dress And Black Shoes With Diamonds In Our Mouths

The Shape Made From Fragile And Frightening Things Is Divided In The Night Sky

To Lie Sweet And Dormant In The Wrong Ambulance Under A Grain Moon

Rise In Front Of The Fortress Of Terror And Decorate It With Girlfriends' Dreams

Infinite Tyrants Appear As Nightmare Roots, Blasting Death, Old And Bound

Bamboo Faces With Burning Hooves Crawl Over Your Neon Tongue