dan marius

wrapped my arms around you/ it\'s the sweet touch of metal/ that allows you to breathe and as they rush to save you/ I find myself peacefully asleep they call it \"a slight chemical

so this is positive thinking at its very best never frown when confronted with the unexplainable choose life as if you\'d choose/ freely part the void into sharp/ lovable fragments do have

and it starts to choke and weigh on you like an unfamiliar burden it\'s in the sensual lightness of perfume and the pointing brutality of high heels in the volatile frailty of a

properly wrapped in plastic clinched teeth and eyes that shine like empty diamonds who called this child here and why was it the generous housewife that sways like a bird was it the blind

they call it \"the beginning of the end\" do electroshock this poor lunatic straight back into his common sense productive morning ripped apart by briefcases carried away by impeccable

so I wished for nothing and now I\'m waiting for it to happen and the rain sometimes speaks/ like a sad song and I pretend it\'s you/ falling like broken glass in my arms it\'s one of those

after all we are just children and we love to swim through others sometimes we drown & all there\'s left is the silence that we shyly wear like a canvas sometimes we fly like

your letter reminded me of/ the wild winds prone to the stars just like any other traveler freedom is a \"beggar\'s banquet\" you say/ and you scare me just like you always do

the little details that matter/ the little moments of relative silence questioning myself/ my illusion of love & freedom the little/ merry tablets/ prescription downers that heal the

when lovers wind like rabid bows freedom smiles when I find myself in you cages dance let knives speak/ for they never lie I love you therefore/ I welcome the new me comatose/

he knew where the ducks went in the winter South of crystal Dakota/ throughout the blessed ruins of N.Y. please consider the monumental weight of my touch we are here to bring down the/

clockwork families clock-wise for this is the ministry of lovers & murder & time

whenever I try to write about this song, something just stops me. because it is simply too beautiful. and even though words are generous and alive, I just have to refrain from trying to ruin it, by

render this/ December cut memory hole/ announcements & press conferences/ as the rats victoriously/ assemble. new government/ neat choking ties/ do laugh at the wrong/ camera/ a little kick in

they call it electroshock therapy & walls laugh like giant rainbows elephant doctors in neon white sheets newborn ghosts of the gentle winds they call it the high voltage edge of

eggshell skin rise like a million butterflies! when lepers/ dance

stardust scavengers white wolves in neon contours

sow the moon shut call it \"the pathway of silence\" & resume the rape wives that dance like falling heads

the history of a butterfly hitting the windows of violently changing office empires following the sun within the broken, scarred landscapes remodeling space & time to the accord of

bright colored collars latest corporate amusement tender open wounds that slide like a kite time for/ winds of utter silence/ to move the hills of panic you sound like

another kill/ bouncing statistics raise an army as fierce as a touch cities are churches, Sir didn\'t you know? this higher authority/ shall have the madmen dance