Smashing Pumpkins: Shake Down, 1979
Situating within the mindfuls chamber
This searching of reasons incubator
Nothing is concrete to explain away an absolute
Truth: a maze in muse ?
Daunting perhaps if it meant much at all
Just killing time as waiting for tomorrow's flight
Been sitting at this terminal most of my life
Here how and why I arrived amid such a place ?
Burning eyes set aflame
About the course of something strange
And her world upon fire
Spirits gasping for breath; while toxic smoke she swirls
Hearts numb to the pain seems better as they
Run and we run ? Precious babies
Lost throughout his pure bred dark
Situating, within the mindfuls chamber
This searching of a reasons, incubator....terrestrial journals.
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