Ultra-Pink
(for Do-Ho)
Decline.
I'm going extinct, it's a bitch.
Resigned
from uphill climbs, lofty ambitions.
Plied
in the tow of Vesuvius.
The hands of
time
hang dry and lifeless.
Alone,
I pine for resurrection.
(chorus)
Filling dreams,
twisted schemes: evolution.
My extinct race
squirms in the faith of skeletons.
Elaborate shells, fingernails,
I paint faceless fossils,
right on the walls of the times!
RIGHT ON!
Decline.
I'm going extinct in ultra-pink.
Dry
and yearning like a dead seed.
Reclined
like the Sphinx in a frozen Egypt.
I fly
with the minds wondering caverns.
I lie
on the proximate line with the infinite.
(chorus)
I cry
for the ravage left behind.
Scattered
in the dust of millions.
Throw a
lifeline
I'm sinking deeper.
Drill
to an open eye inflame an iris.
The mind
a mirage on stone walls.
Headless painters squirm in flight
of the dipterous.
Armless angels seize the highs
of stone pilots.
As it is I'm packed with lime
and nameless dead fish,
right on the walls of the times!
RIGHT ON!
decline...
