the monster inside
the monster inside
the artifacts of my dreams
the signal must be
haiku
what harm do they cause
what harm do they cause
the artifacts of your wake
turmoil and eddies
just some housecleaning
just some housecleaning
dealing with the leftovers
of what might have been
little sticky bits
little sticky bits
the residue of my dreams
steeped in the darkness
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