
Illuminated In An Unconscious Light.
Illuminated in an unconscious light. On your cyanide flight Ride your suicide, till the rails run right off the edge of the Earth’s flat face. Laughing at the emptiness of space . You’ve known this was the way You’ve felt it inside why should Anything be anything but a bullet to be eaten on the plate of revenge. We were bored Before we were barely born…. We were bored …. Before we were barely born. I reach for the revolver and remember the world , We were no part of its play. Pulling the pin. Pushing the permanent pedal When the cordite comments , We all quiet to listen what it has to say . Today the war it whores it’s power; Carrying the civil torch, it’s blossom blooms It’s mushroom we eat its mortal flower in a nuclear Neverland. We are never coming home again. We were bored Before we were barely born .

