Wreck & Reference I Am A Sieve
Gravity adds another day.
From fettered wings a solemn night.
Rampant want and
counting rosaries in the grass
to be a decadent slave.
Pursue my discontent through
these fields onto eternity.
Look at my flame to death f..ck.
In an involuntary farce.
From fettered wings comes a solemn night.
From fettered wings comes a solemn night.
I am a sieve,
from the well
wasted all,
waters own.
Harbor drought,
mistress named
pendant guilt,
no youth.
No youth! (4x)
