Order, order. one at a time, I can't hear you all. As your blabber crosses
each other like a nest of snakes. Just..sit down 'n shut the fuck up and let this
night tell you a story of four confuzzled souls, lost at sea. the story of how our boys found their way to the shore.
all in search of something more.
more than the pleading eyes of a forgotten lover (red is indeed a sour colour)
or the shimmering light of a rusted gold coin
could ever offer
together in search of the true meaning of believing
the resurrection of love in it's truest form
without fuckin up yr veins
....although the track marks of the heart is far more difficult to disguise
to this day it still seems like an acid decorated fairy tale of how our boys found their way to the shore...
Ramlar
