Sweet Crystalline



A crow flies through a rainbow.
Gasoline engines drive a violent game.
If morning comes you’ve broken the chains.

All hell is breaking loose in downtown L.A.
There are not enough passages through all space and time.

The tables have turned sweet Crystalline.

Barricade yourself behind the bathroom door. Turn from the gun don’t give it control.
A moment of silence. Scream through it all.
Cry by the water. Break down the door.

Blood soaks the mirror and the tile of the bathroom floor. You’re the only one who can see it all.

Forever yours,


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