little sticky bits
little sticky bits
the residue of my dreams
steeped in the darkness
Home
cloaked in my anger
cloaked in my anger
with righteousness of the truth
and utterly lost
step into the night
step into the night
and be bathed in the moonlight
wrapped up in darkness
this is what we do
this is what we do
with all that it does imply
yes we are pirates
death of the workplace
death of the workplace
the lost art of listening
lost tranquility
with a cryptic sign
with a cryptic sign
trouble on the horizon
chaos in the air
it is our nature
it is our nature
to wonder at what might be
and then bring it forth
undiscovered song
undiscovered song
our internal harmony
release the giggle
come back if you can
come back if you can
but go do what must be done
starting on that quest
from whence does that come
from whence does that come
the birthplace of all questions
curiosity