more evolved lyric...

this life is the killing jar
the fumes entomb the pretty winged things
in a colourless cloud of feral sterility
to block the sun from clouding eyes.
everything dies. everyone lies
if only to themselves.
singing the red dragon blues.

new sounds from an old guitar
that weave a spell, a shell from hell we sell
to people who pass us on the street
the sound of their feet, pityless.
take a guess. come and bless
this sacrilege we wage.
singing the red dragon blues.

I don't make a promise but I have made a plan
that will see me through till the night
I once gave it all up to drink an empty cup
and I'm still waiting round for the light

the fires climb higher and the ashes compile
into mountains we scale with pride
I'm somewhere still out there, my feet keeping the time
I penance the lover who cried.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

It's coming along. Time to maybe make some changes, not to me...but to my world. See you in the alternaverse.