blood on the floor
there's alibi to taste
the act of believing
starving the stone of disease\
he's borrowed from cannibals
unfettered
ill from remorse
born of disaster, waiting in line/
blank amid stares
awash in songs of the night
no wind, no sail
adrift>
there's alibi to taste
the act of believing
starving the stone of disease\
he's borrowed from cannibals
unfettered
ill from remorse
born of disaster, waiting in line/
blank amid stares
awash in songs of the night
no wind, no sail
adrift>