Dont Make A Sound

in the horizon
the aztec castle builds
a pillar of smoke erupting
cursing the air about her
our mechanical cough...

crawling down the river,
and through the field
i feel such flaw,
and sitting in silence
i laugh at nothing;
the madman of forever...

grayed smoke of cloudy wastelands
biting down on the sky,
eaten up by blue birds singing;
an icy cliff on the sun...

i'll grow childish
and watch you drown;
breathing is optional -
and we'll cry in unison...
clawing out our eyes
life is easier when we're blind.








Don't Make A sound