... rituals out the homes of starving children and i bet they can see the city bleeding from the satellites formed by the corporate war drums recorded poorly ...
... stories elizabeth is not what she seems elizabeth dreams, elizabeth dreams elizabeth dreams elizabeth dreams, elizabeth dreams elizabeth dreams ...
... unrefined the pitch of pines grass stained shirts and fucked up hair to breathe outside the stillness with your blood and the air withstand the stares ...
... is the vibe with the vulcan's hope! tangle the vine catapult catapult! i break it down to the bunk for the crooks wit' the goals of a angel eat. sleep. ...
... the words to the mystery tune of elizabeth dark and me this was back in the days of the folk music craze lenny and poetry and jazz cats and chicks snappin' ...





