in the start of a daydream
I don’t care to explain
the resonance has stopped along with all the trains
the slot of onslaughts and triple in terror these boys will be born against
trample the hearts of the purists of nights
and sic on us the dogs of love
and start it from the front
hurry hurry hurry
can’t find that fucking sound
like we did the other night
where worry is thin
and out of control is...