"A lot of my life has been defined by my failures. I guess I am learning that my failures, may not be as important as my successes. I suppose I am a work in progress."
Curated by: Dennogin (101 videos)
Merlin K Lyrics, Guitar, Viola, Flute, Chimes, Vocals Nicole S Background vocals A curse for the mass, The feral waters of the smoke of hoards, whom speak of mercies yet are crueller than the cruel Shattering into their nights, then crying in the forests of a moon An ethics for life, the monkeys chew... Fatal hands flit around the crown of ice, Infinitely transformed, into the infinitely nought Lilies wide explode at Palace School noon Drooling inept, the despicable fools Read from the blood, in the zone of the whip Look at them on your train, look at them on your screen, look at them famous, empty of spleen, unskillful thought halls of nothings to say and there petty dislikes of all and all that is the glory of being alone... They crave their tiny joys, as the storms fall Miserable mass, shuffling hoard... Fools of fools, the rainbow bought, the rainbow sold... Keener than a flash of knife to knife, monkey chew in the zoo of the spotless... So sigh to the stars while moving ineffable toward that secret evil spot Where black hatred reveals the sought and the sanctums of solitude are fought... This variation of the final journey, to expect disaster with kindness and eradicate thought, an aim free of them all! And the mass in their garb and cued can vacate history in their action, the only good they'll ever do The victory to offend the many, for the few The victory to offend the many, for the few The victory to offend the many, for the few