Premonitions Of War
Black Den
Sinking into a routine heaven
and scorching out the wires that have wound us up for years.
Scraping the sin away from the windows
and pushing the guilt up to the roof.
Dragging the dead weight into the street.
Sinking into a routine heaven
and scorching out the wires that have wound us up for years.
Scraping the sin away from the windows
and pushing the guilt up to the roof.
Dragging the dead weight into the street.