Texty:
Last Perfection Blue Sky Black

on the bluest of days i could see straight thorugh time / and on that bluest of days i saw the blackest sky / brainwashed fanaticism set this world ablaze

bury me, faceless enemy I'm so sorry, is this the way it's got to be, dear agony? Leave me alone, God, let me go All blue and cold, black sky will burn

turning blue Such a lovely color for you Call an optimist, she's turning blue Such a perfect color for your eyes Call an optimist, she's turning blue

and gargoyle in a horrible melting frenzy. Shadowcast, hiding in the last black space to be found, watched the light creep irresistibly toward him. At the last

dusk falls and the wind drops down, the last of the light fading in the sky out to the west; and far out to sea, the water glows iridescent, perfect,

might just be too much in a couple weeks, Twenty hours, or in 10 minutes. Sky hangs heavy in lowest light As the day slips down past the sun Black and blue

complicated A new millennium dime piece, so fine she got em all stuck standin still when she come through Baby take a little mo' time, love'll find you And show us the sky's blue

tired eyes lift off the shoreline to the night sky facing east, with all the neon city lights that shine reflecting underneath the skyline silhouette, of black against the blue

complicated A new millennium dime piece, so fine she got em all stuck standin still when she come through Baby take a little mo' time, love'll find you And show us the sky's blue