Thursday, December 27, 2012

Delirious Nights

Go down the West
West to the specially built vault
Open the chamber, let yourself in
Make sure they don't catch you
Make sure they don't catch you thine
Predate, Debate, Rebate
Get set in the glue
Hoard the glee

All attention,
Take up your feet
Raise your army
Hang your swords
For you are the pilot and of your words
No more close, no way too far
No retrench in the wall
Go on,
Let the fire touchdown, upon the pyre
Make me proud
In the way you resound
For when I come, I will not sound.
You will hear me, when you listen
I will not frown, I will not drown
I will wait, make it worthwhile
For when I come, I will not sound.

You make the occasion, you build the excitement
You play the violence, recede by, bring around
For when I come, I will not sound.