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Horse The Band R Borlax

.....and on came a dawn..... YOU THOUGHT I'D SAY DYING BLACK but i saw burning red, YOU THOUGHT I'D SAY DYING BLACK but i saw burning red, YOU THOUGHT

a pencil drawn line of fire smoking birds in a downward spiral trails of charcoal trails of gray half burnt feathers the eagle crash-landing now. as

THAT LITTLE BASTARD, with his tricks and vile forms of play hacking shaving slicing mutillating all that will yield before him or that gets in his way

Sweet sweet pain- like a thundercloud but tears are rain full fists slapping thudding BANGING RAGING wanting not to be weak with woe empty hands-she'

warm flesh and oh so smooth skin TWINS a sun and moon I could have been anything leading the armies of the free or building the great elaborate id. but

(Re-release Bonus Track) This i know, there is one who captures me, for an age i stared at the heart of the moon, rise and fall rise and fall. i close