It scares me,
The tricks my thoughts display when deep in slumber,
I sell out my soul,
The twilight sub-plot pulls me under,
From the outside in I strive to win the battles I don’t have the
Nerve to fight in my life,
Will these actions then destroy my karma
Or even tear out my soul?
Once again
I can’t re-trace my steps for walking all over you
No focus, no reason, no compassion, no-one driving
From the outside in I strive to win the battles I don’t have the
Nerve to fight in my life,
If this autopilot gets the green light
I may just sink without trace.
One last dream before the
Twilight sub-plot pulls me under.
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Un savant mélange du King crimson de la période Construktion of light, avec du Magma, du krautrock des 70's et une pointe de rock psyché des 60's. Un album qui fait tourner la tête ! Corrèze the deads
supported by 7 fans who also own “Bleak Strategies”
Beatle like melodies and harmonies at the service of startlingly wise and poetic lyrics that have the punch, humor and rhythm of a rock version of Gilbert and Sullivan. steven blomerth