Jul 2013
I see red stars sprawled across this spacey cascade,
All ready to rain down upon the soft parade.
Don't cry, there's a war going on.
This mortal coil hath become electrified,
By a thunderous soul-storm gone haywire.
Smile, the world's burning again.
All ready to rain down upon the soft parade.
Don't cry, there's a war going on.
This mortal coil hath become electrified,
By a thunderous soul-storm gone haywire.
Smile, the world's burning again.
