Vendôme

The Moirai Gameshow horror, aged cartoons Crawling on these littered streets, these men will feel different soon See how poisoned thoughts pour from intoxicated minds They would never make it back to Rockland  And neither will I Because the fates chide:  "who cowers at your gains and glamour? and who laughs at your pains and tremor?" 

Chasm No need to glorify our state who harbored you for when the societal tides washed you whole?  despondence and silent sprouting  days until the leviathan takes ahold  entranced, the veiled singer raises her head to see:  this city upon stonemasonry is bleached white  count the sorrows and idolize the tinged gold  we must escape, escape this feigned prosperity

Dubai, World's Fair I'll ease into this world and I'll write about myself Sand settles, the bell tolls The titans crash into the ground While I am enraptured by time the seasons have mellowed me out hollowing my features and furrowing my brows  Untamed are the heavenly creatures but their feathers all fall down to earth even if their prowess is an illusion I will forever bow to fiction Give into society When the caustic crowds overwhelm the leaves' rustling When the bureaucrats tighten their cuffs I take my leave

  What was irrevocable does not follow me into today What was irrevocable does not follow me into today Let all that is past decay  decay