Thursday, June 22, 2006

Covenant winning the 'most ridiculous use of imagery in music' award.

We are submariners close to foreign shores. Time is like a blanket on my face: the soil on which we walk a mountain of mistakes for us to climb for pleasure. I hear your words melt like snow on my skin; you dig holes through the earth to meet the king of worms
to steal away his wisdom and learn to decompose. Time is like a liquid in my hands.

We are all airborne without ground control.

1 comment:

RiddlerG said...

I think it sounds great anyways. :D