no cat, no cradle, no light at the end of the tunnel, a cosmic joke with no punchline, but still i find time to smile.
stars make a living, cold calling lovers¦ no solus in a false apparition, false idol of myself¦ i'm scared too
shades of grey, tethered waiting for shadows, waiting for shrouds this body is my tomb waiting for shadows, waiting for shrouds i am glistening gold waiting for shadows, waiting for shrouds
no longer do i wish for a grin to cross my face and throat this is where we let go this is for
those who feel love those who feel hate all that will flourish all that decays
find art in the collapse the avalanche of farewells