Brainchild
BRAINCHILDRIDING THROUGH THE ENDLESS DESERT, WHITE GLARING AND FLAT EXCEPTTHE HAZY POOR GLEAM OF MOUNTAINS AND THE DEVILSGRASS WITHINSWEET DREAMS AND THE DEVILSGRASS WITHIN...BUT TOMORROW IT COULD BE TO LATEYEAH TOMORROW MAYBE MY TRUST COULD FADETOMORROW I COULD SEE THINGS THROUGH A KIND OF GREYNESSAND THEN I COULD CHANGE MYSELF INTO A KIND OF BIRD OF PREYSWEET DREAMS DEATH AND NIGHTMARESON THE NARROW PATH BETWEEN CRUSTS OF SALTTHROUGH THE ENDLESS CRYING MONOTONOUS WILDERNESSGIVE ME YOUR WINGS BIRD I WILL SPREAD THEM OUT AND FLYTO THE WAY TO THE TOWER, WHERE I WILL SING ALL THEIR NAMESI WILL SING ALL THEIR NAMESBUT TOMORROW IT COULD BE TO LATEYEAH TOMORROW MAYBE MY TRUST COULD FADETOMORROW I COULD SEE THINGS THROUGH A KIND OF GREYNESSAND THEN I COULD CHANGE MYSELF INTO A KIND OF BIRD OF PREYBUT TOMORROW IT COULD BE TO LATEYEAH TOMORROW MAYBE MY TRUST COULD FADETOMORROW I COULD SEE THINGS THROUGH A KIND OF GREYNESSAND THEN I COULD CHANGE MYSELF INTO A KIND OF BIRD OF PREY
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