furnace burning Fed with chaos And beauty Rustling leaves upon concrete Dancing like mice to the flute In grand bewitchment Yet the choirs of vendetta
Void of dementia Clarity, illusion Illusion Smiling faces Murderous gazes The stylish savoir-faire Of a pompous assassin In minds that rot away, in
Thorns that pierce Contemplative stone In neon light Blood and mud Heroes and fools Drenched in regret And shame It's all dust And random chance Dust
As giants In a kaleidoscope Without grace And without sense Trampling the rainbow With angry feet Burning like beacons Deep in the dark Screaming and