Freakazoid Skeleton…


Pushed frozen like the blade forged in skin. The eyes wide and glazed swollen in the time passed. The war was to generate a medium of freedom. When does that ever happen? Clouds cry to the wind and it is a comfort to hear the rain fall on the roof. The singer stands alone and players reveal the magic they hold with one another and persuade the listeners to awe. Pass it around, hold it, then reveal the far away. The line of trees sit silent yet screech at the spring noon sun. Cars crawl at a choking pace. Tumbling in the back seat that the past has driven away in. The old songs reveal the timeless memories that have vanished once the old song is over. Here comes the unknown. Such a wonderful chance to see. Reveal what you are here for, for you are here to reveal.


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