rome
sunken to the neck
in a sludge pit
i think of ice cones burritos
varied forms of atrocious love
cries for new freedom
a giant pink umbrella
enough ice-packed cervezas
how 'bout a drive-in picture
spring nights fresh lawns
mosquitoes
the color the heat
the blaze the madness
the angels appear
faithfully in the clear
under a burning sun in rome
early this morning
i woke up
i felt like robert deniro
mohawked outcast loner
a burnout scenario
a .45 'neath the pillow
rooming house stained with sorrow
how 'bout scotch with the video
not even death cures rejection
the color the heat
the blaze the madness
the angels appear
faithfully in the clear
under a burning sun in rome
serial killers sojourn
prey upon illusions
shake the body in its blood
bathe in pure invasion
sip some past life regression
peel away from introspection
how 'bout a rope from the rafters
with night comes the moment
the color the heat
the blaze the madness
the angels appear
faithfully in the clear
under a burning sun in rome
