#rock #electronic #synth #LGBTQ #trauma

Unaccustomed as I am to the art of public speaking I'd like to say a few short words about my widely reported shrieking There's not much to say, nothing much to report Some trees are tall and some are short Couldn't get a good look at their face I'm sure they've moved on to some other place

Staring at the garden where those masked men masturbated First on the scene did all report that the corpses were bifurcated What will you do now that he's gone? Will you cut out your heart or will you switch off this song? Every good man will never die But we demand a sacrifice

Unaccustomed as I am to the art of public speaking I'd like to say a few short words on the way I'm no longer bleeding I can't feel anything, only mild concern I'm sure you'll agree it's a successful term I never saw just who was behind the tree Who quickly slipped past my parents and me

Staring at the building where all stated events took place I can still see that face, that face, that face, that face...