Fatal Vision

The smog turns visual

A silver disc the rain so cold

The ice age inside my head

Glowing fire the silk that’s read

A warning the epic sign

The graves are of the ones we love,

So dark inside the twilight haze

Echo circumstance, and dancing days.

It turns into a trance

The singing and the dance

For the ones who bang their heads on walls,

Eccentric is the host

The one that plays the ghost

And foolish rumours when they fall.

The conflict just seals the fate

Wax burning down the wick

So quill the bird in flight

Stained in ink do we say who’s right

Oh the barbs and graffiti walls.

Electric the walk the dance,

First edition brothers let’s all sing

To the pleasure of the wastelands ring.

Dance into a trance

Blaze the fire burning bright.