swilow
Bluelight Crew
Nothing is Real.
Um...
Stranger lights had willowed a wisp
Then lights that billowed in funeral mist
Wherefore the nothing I seek in me?
Dangerous heights have tempted to bliss
those with desires for heaven, to kiss
therefore the something is bleak in its glee.
Ranging high with the eagles in this-
dangerous time that the feeble may wish
And bears claw the ice flows that melt in the sea.
Nothing is real
And nothing is lost
And no thing is ever worth heaven, to cost
Sometimes its better to wish on a star
Then to piss on the life-force of sanctified scars.
Then lights that billowed in funeral mist
Wherefore the nothing I seek in me?
Dangerous heights have tempted to bliss
those with desires for heaven, to kiss
therefore the something is bleak in its glee.
Ranging high with the eagles in this-
dangerous time that the feeble may wish
And bears claw the ice flows that melt in the sea.
Nothing is real
And nothing is lost
And no thing is ever worth heaven, to cost
Sometimes its better to wish on a star
Then to piss on the life-force of sanctified scars.
Um...
