[05:28.00]We join this land. Where they paint
[05:28.00]the ice. To find the new- We throw Saturn
[05:28.00]dice. We dream in gold Simurg blue.
[05:28.00]Crème de la crème- Its to death adieu.
[05:28.00]Now we’re lying on new waves. Our guns
[05:28.00]have lost their victims names. Our concrete
[05:28.00]minds have turned to dust. Angelic police
[05:28.00]have killed our lust.
[05:28.00]
[05:28.00]Title overflow. Reads the sign. The
[05:28.00]secret soul is all that shines. We sing our
[05:28.00]praise in modal tones. And Dorian’s mirror
[05:28.00]-We do not own. We’re being lit by the
[05:28.00]Shining One. Out of ourselves. To ourselves
[05:28.00]We’ve gone. We click the heels of our glitter
[05:28.00]red shoes. Crème de la crème- Its to death
[05:28.00]adieu. Now we’re laying on new waves. Our
[05:28.00]Guns have lost their victims names. Out of
[05:28.00]ourselves…
[05:28.00] [The Secret Soul]