VISIONS DANCE AROUND THIS HEAD OF YOU ME AND THE THE RAT PLAYING IN A FIELD OF PLAGUES, OVER TORN MEMORIES AND BLASPHEMY. INTRUDING IN THE LAY PLACES, OVER HEART AND LOVE,
I lost you... Among the brick and stone the cotton and the soul, You slid beneathe the cracks of patterned tile, You flew between the dust and air. Someone said they saw you,