Twisted Light - The Black Angels

Bite into the apple’s side

Taste the flesh of red and white

Step into the twisted light

Find yourself a second time

Sitting in the pews below

Gazing through the stained glass

Window

Beggars bend

On corners collecting

All our children

Wild and laughing

At the thought of

Leisured confusion

Appear visions

Imploding knowledge

Spin this nova

Into a flourished pool

Bite into the apple’s side

Slip inside your helpless mind

Finally find it’s just a lie

I can see you inside me

Keep it evolving

We’re revolving

Right over our dreams

The wife of noon

Gathered her fleet

Brought them to town

Let them roam free

She stirred her

Emotions quickly

Slitted was her night gown

Pleasing each crowd

Bouncing business

Her jaw is hardened

As night’s kite

Gets tangled in the tree line

The wife of noon

Gets tangled in the tree line

His hearts changing

Eyes on her gems