IRC-Galleria

When I see the red ball rising
I know I must be awake
When I see the dogs at my feet
I must decide who to hate
When I see your eyes dying
my anger is great
When I see you lifeless
my sorrow calls out itself

When I see the highway
I know I’m not alone
I see no destination
but my hungry feet roam
The light is heavy
and my spine screams begging
Lay the burden down
and the sun keeps setting

I’m standing on my hands
dancing on the white lines


Oh, how i love the smell
of your anguish
stare at the blade
everything ever made
has lead to this

Rise your head to meet
you are finished
you'll become late
i love it when you hate
me instead of this