spawned as a funeral dirge celebrating slow death and epochal decay, serenades to the suicide ward. death rattles carress sunlight and cigarette smoke, enthroned in the halls of fallen saints. we watch as the idols crumble and take notes. a symphony for grey skies and black holes. we are not underground sweethearts. we are beauty meets darkness. high energy death rock for the masses. still staring deep into the black hole. rock on, rock on, to the ends of the earth rock on.
