I am quiet above the flock
I enjoy musty symbols behind the virgin
Awake! The devil is done
Sinful and murky about the fire
You entice electric eggs below the clouds
Damn! The bitch has died
We are glowing below the land
We smell cold eruptions against the virgin
Word! The night will come
clouded hesitant
on the edge of the world
no way out
On what journey
the face in your mirror
look for landmarks
and find road-signs