Great White Zombie

I could see the souls seeping through the stones on the horizon

on the horizonmy movements are drapes in a state of the art

your emotions lack the face I value in my state of the artthe oaks are over and the forest is now the shoulder

of all uncontrollable monotony

i pity you who know nothing

while i walk softer than this citymy movements are drapes in a state of the art

your emotions lack the face I value in my state of the art