Looters’ Follies - Destroyer

You can huff and you can puff but you'll never destroy that stuff.
Finally, I see why, I suppose...
Kid, you better change your feathers cause you'll never fly with those things...
In These Nights... The boys sing -"Hello, emptiness!I heard you're alright.
I heard you're alright.
I've heard of you..."
A body aching, fragile, and pale: dark valleys house its trail.
Why can't you see that a life in art and a life of mimicry -
It's the same thing!?!
The room was crowded, and though you couldn't care less about it,
That much was true.
That month -another version of this miniature Rome to set fire to.
Why did we stop fucking around?
Girls like gazelles graze.
Boys wearing bells blaze new trails in sound.
I looked up.
I looked around.
A famous Toronto painter shot me down.
"Oh, I've busted my ass on these streets too long,"he said.
I set fire to the bed and tore his gown...
Felt some mercurial presence, hitherto unknown.
It was the sun. It was a stone falling through blank space.
It was that jewel-encrusted roan getting in my face.
Looked across the way to The Princess Rooms.
I saw brides and their grooms.
I heard the sound of bells ringing!
Cinders look back fondly upon a house on fire when across
An ocean we go.
We row and we row and we tire.
Now, step out of the darkness and into the light.
Yeah, it's common knowledge I've been doing alright.
No, I can't complain.
On the Eastside, midwives' lives go down the drain all cause our babies are dying...
I lifted the veil to see nature's trickery revealed as pure shit
From which nothing ever rose cause nothing ever could.
I swear somewhere the truth lies within this wood.
I swear, Looters' Follies has never sounded so good.
And, win or lose -what's the difference?...