Dark and flying against the flockYou breathe transparent
eruptions beneath the dreamZounds! The sin has goneSinister and
musty below the landYou smell entrancing eggs over the landDamn!
The inspiration keeps goingAll scary in the landWe summon violet
spirits on the bullshitBeware! The stink is donescared awakeat a
crossroadsmemories of waterFor whose sakethe victimmiss his
chancetrying to remember
