Power Of The Sea

To starve in a flowthat our extremities lit.Is to remain underthe edge where I sit. The softness at peakwill make me cry farewell.Starve for me I do for youunderstand your hell. My fancy is fashionedby a cymbal on the tap.What words could wesay if not if it were for rap. Tell me my exquisite tulipwho…

Top 3 On Repeat: I’m Fun

Tool is my band in the afterlife. Disturbed – Sound Of Silence Limp Bizkit – Behind Blue Eyes Tool – Sober