Osiris Shit Saturnalia
"Gimme all the tattoos," Junk ordered. Neon Jesus glow skulls vibrated in the shadows. Happy cat hallucinations of sacred elation dripped from the sink. The bums gathered together in congregation. Mr Loudmouth scared the timid. We're walking the invisible lines between concrete and crime. All tunnels lead to nowhere. Silence the noise to find your inner (redacted).
The unholy trinity cruised down empty streets, the Faint faintly floating in fuzzy skies. Cider in uncalloused hands, he sat beside her. They were playing the parts of ancient gods & goddesses, their stories already written, dyed yarn on looms in 16-bit bedrooms.
Ashes to ashes, rust to rust. Deconstructing guitars to the stars, burning out bright while new machines gather the dreams of children & launch them in rockets to other smoldering galaxies.
The mirror's reflection becomes more real with belief- it goes about its own life and dead-end jobs with stunningly terrible exes spilling grains of sand swiftly, repeating patterns which the apes recollect.
The unholy trinity cruised down empty streets, the Faint faintly floating in fuzzy skies. Cider in uncalloused hands, he sat beside her. They were playing the parts of ancient gods & goddesses, their stories already written, dyed yarn on looms in 16-bit bedrooms.
Ashes to ashes, rust to rust. Deconstructing guitars to the stars, burning out bright while new machines gather the dreams of children & launch them in rockets to other smoldering galaxies.
The mirror's reflection becomes more real with belief- it goes about its own life and dead-end jobs with stunningly terrible exes spilling grains of sand swiftly, repeating patterns which the apes recollect.