fr~ Right Before I Met Vincent

Completely lost in sane human havoc
the sounds of knocking stones
whistling through
scrapping branches
Letting water run through
Fingers underwater
we hear a symphony
But it is
La la la Sacre du Printemps
Before the sacrafice
I kick him
off running Mercury
to escape the sound
Of the blood inside a
Cold room waiting for scarred
voices down here below
Flamingo, tangerine
sugar was there