May 191995
 

Title: Crash and Burn
Rating: T
Warnings: Blasphemy, violence, surreal visions, pessimism
Notes: It’s speed-punk. It’s best done (as with so many things I did, back in the day) in a voice that sounds like mice on helium or an 80s pop singer in a tin-can. And apparently, it’s also part of the 1995 set, and not the 1994 set, like I thought. I thought this was attributable to JesseDeer, but it’s almost a whole year too late for that, so I haven’t the faintest what I was thinking, here.


Through the warped and twisted glass
By which I see your soul
Your shattered image comes together
Pride with one had toward the night sky

Head down beneath the weight of the world
Pride falls and with broken [wings | knees] *
I see your form collapse
The final convulsions
Tearing you to bits

And I must watch with my eyes frozen to the glass
I sink into the abyss
Blind the beauty before me in pieces
Dumbstruck and voiceless, I would cry
But neither words nor tears will form

Slow descent with your image burned into my mind
I will crash, crash
Crash and burn

==
Crash, crash, crash, crash
Crash and burn
Crash, crash, crash, crash
Crash and burn
When I look into your eyes
I will crash, crash
Crash, crash, crash
Crash and burn
==

And the shades of red run down inside my head
Like the blood of butterflies exploding in the sun**
Wine pours forth from the body of my deity
As I gaze upon your eyes and drink deeply of your anguish

And the form of my saviour melds with the form of my love
It’s a perfect match, cracking in all the right places
Blood-wine pouring from the proper rents
My dream is one with reality, yet both lie in pieces at my feet

Through the warped and twisted glass by which I see your soul
I crash and burn, crash and burn, crash and burn, crash and burn
I crash and burn

==
Crash, crash, crash, crash
Crash and burn
Crash, crash, crash, crash
Crash and burn
When I look into your eyes
I will crash, crash
Crash, crash, crash
Crash and burn
==

* This really depended on which word came out of my mouth, that time.
** for the record? *sporfle* That’s one of the weirdest lines I ever wrote, but it was a great image. I seriously have no idea what I was thinking.