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