Tirades
Walk blind, no more spirits
Keel the camera and dampen up the segueway to the sun
Mirror ball, shake and call
Fever drapes across the traces of your lingering applause
Ahhhhh
Ahhhhh
Strip and stall, pair the tragedies unfurnished
In their absence with your terminal rapport
We stumble recklessly
Spun our neighbors boredom
Praise devoid of any uniform
Ahhhhh
Ahhhhh
Ahhhhh
Ahhhhh
Writer/s: Sick Balloons
