Arrive in neurotica Through neon heat disease I swear at the swarming heards I sweat the foul terrain I rove the moving scenery I have no fin – no wing – no stinger – no claw – no camouflage I have – no more to say… You know it’s that kinda day when you wind […]
Arrive in neurotica
Through neon heat disease
I swear at the swarming heards
I sweat the foul terrain
I rove the moving sceneryI have
no fin –
no wing –
no stinger –
no claw –
no camouflageI have –
no more to say…
You know it’s that kinda day when you wind up with King Crimson songs stuck in your head.