Drone Before Parlor Violence - Jeromes Dream

Fog of breath from a sick dog

An empty brain won’t sleep tonight

Feel us, feel free

Nothing new, left without

Help us stay as sterile as sand

As face drags down a cracked runway

Feel us, feel free

Nothing new, left without

Feel us, feel free

Nothing new, left without

To know the end

And then again

To know the end

And when we’re all in touch

With all reason

We feed the light

Until our dead

Skin blows apart with all

(Its) frantic glee

In a rowed collage

(An) explosion of gore

We leave from now