creative destruction
the rise of an extinguished art
!
breathing poison fires,
pulled music together,
your scene wouldn't be alive.
Cursed by this morbid act
I fear my heart's in danger,
struggling for salvation.

With their guns drawn,
girl walks in, in this dust.
Rebels without applause!
has the revolution faded?
This is for every life story,
first step: create the...