Don’t Get Around Much Anymore - John Kaizan Neptune

Three Moons - Minsk Enticed by the myriad multiplicity. Entombed by our own disguise. We will dive into vast unknowns. An ember remains to unearth a hope. The u

A storm beyond what eyes can see but read my palm till the end Deafening smoldered persistence a rift never destined for mend A somber lament insignificance Lin

Requiem: From Substance to Silence - Minsk We settle for pleasure We revel in pain She will regret forever He lusts for a cleansing rain Set adrift and yet amis

Means to an End (达到目的的手段) - Minsk Strength of the spirit Means to an end Returning a stranger From the west setting sun Oh oh Shell of rust dust and drea

In my darkest hour my blood runs free I've come to lie on the fire I've come to stare at the sun Where two bleed as one Is it time the sun arrived to burn away

Fire dance of self deprecation dopamine receptivity The orphans of piety we are birthed into sorrow and shame A truth to believe a thirst for reprieve Our throa

The voice cannot carry The tongue and the lips that give it wings For even as love crowns you So shall it crucify you Descend to your roots And shake them from