Gyroscope — In Flames
Geology is digging through my brain a manta engulfing the world to throw it up once again to a guild of lifted daggers
Neo-wolf, but older again than the Lupus itself linked its fur to the gyroscope of time a collection of failures
A diabolical sequence of stabs written in cunning stones from the fossilised den of thieves our lives die
Neo-wolf, but older again than the Lupus itself linked its fur to the gyroscope of time a collection of failures
I see the nursing all-mother spitting out a trail of termites in the mouth of her first-born hope breasts ripe with smog-filled rebellion
Apathy dressed in violence white insectoid legs curse her lips and the mouth receptive only to pain
Neo-wolf, but older again than the Lupus itself linked its fur to the gyroscope of time a collection of failures