Testo di Consonants

Dancing crazed and forgotten; six halls one heart. One million ways to hold onto silhouttes. Ignored by tattered lips, broken calls. It's like you've run out on yourself. Split between death, good fortune and a staggering breath. A broken key for a faulty lock. A fevered pray for a dying flock. Like consonants without vowels. Jagged tongue wag, incessant stones passed- other hours merely forgotten. It is with a dream and a heart that we proceed. Not a thought to leave not another lifetime we need. And though we may look behind; this visions seductive glance, we will pick up our pride and loosen our impenetrable stance.