-Bullets in my brain-
Bullets in my brain
Oscillate...
A dead dog
Colors the pale highway
And sings
Choked drains
Desire earthquakes
Fireflies twinkling
In gloomy and profound valleys
Want longer nights
A rose wants
To taste blood, the other red
Calendars will never
Ever show dates again
-The unplugged-
The unplugged and the untouched
The inseminated bitch
And the castrated dog
Will party today
A few strangers in the bucket
From lands unknown, some even unheard
Talking jargon dreams
Will rock today
