Late last night I started going out of my brain
Soulless faces staring fuckless in their dismal reign
I'm shaking in the window.
Brain dead fucker glowing white.
Shift solemn face...in the window.
Chemicals bleed from the puncture of the eye
Red faced, grinning, bleeding venom in his mind
We're swimming through the columns
Black blue figures standing cold eyed.
Swollen head. . . in the window
Nothing's going to break you when your brain is glowing red.
Late last night I started going out of my head
Alias faces staring dismal from the shed
They see a body shaking
White light bleeding from the hole inside your head
I can see you.
I can see you.
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth