Madness

Move to the skies, they're so much clearer.

Move to the skies, break the ties that bind you to the world and the world and the world.

I say! see here! I hear you say, with lipids on your lip, fat frying, in the movies of the mind.

What a long time it took to find, the rose attached to your toes.

Donnez moi le lait, s'il vous plait, and I'll pour and pour and pour.

Not now, oh god, please not now. Never mention the wild, the brain's child,

The padded walls, or Angel falls, over which water gurgles into mist.

High above the wasteland, high above the desert, Andromeda beats unholy drums,

Blanketing barren plains with the rain of thunder.

Down swirls the patriarch, down the giants feet come a myriad of other things,

Convoluted, encroaching, clinging onto crenelated wings.

Once upon a time, I toasted the sun, I brushed it's pagan throne,

But my wax withered, my heart quivered, and I fell like a stone.

With Me

Come with me, and we will set the world on fire.

We'll burn through pain with smouldering eyes, the stars will be our guide.

We'll live by the moon, and devour the sun, and after everything is done,

Hand in hand we'll run, reckless, and never look back.

In our tracks lie the broken ornaments of words,

But ahead there is only fire, and burning, and beauty.

And the shivering taste of snow in winter which melts upon the tongue.

Look up if you like, watch the sky, I'll carry you into a storm and out again.

I'll mar mystery, I'll relinquish my hold, and defy the blemish of time.

Come with me and we’ll burn through the cracks and the crust, to the core,

To the North, to the South and the East, to the desert, until the West settles red.