Damian Wolf - Flying Colors

Befuddled, I gazed awhile
And I grew, and yearned

Eleven thousand times this way
You'll try
Crisscross and double-dog I swear

A rapture to box my thoughts
As I grew, I screamed

Eleven thousand times this way
Don't cry
So pale and ghoulish I will find

A naked husk of hope left
I say it all the time
Now I must find my feet
A vessel for our hatred

Eleven thousand times this way
You'll try
All scarred up from my junkie days

Written by:
Damian Wolf

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