A Blade Of Tongues

Soft is the breeze that carries thee, Soft the perfumed breeze that strokes your back, But hard is the wind that buries thee And hard...

Oom Chaka Laka Laka Oom Chaka Day Even here in the dark with the people yellin' at the hammers nailin' burned fles...

Final Version (I think): Let Us Murder The World Together Let us murder the world then you and I before time runs out and ruin...

In my lost memory Like a forgotten sleep The first forgotten dew Lingers Spread across the fine first sky Like a web of stars The way ...

It's weird I have all this me time But I don't know what to do with it Now that you're not here It's weird To stand her...