Iridescence - Novembre

Must clean up the way until there is no one left alive

And then there is always someone begging for the light.

Endtime!

Time, torn and thrown into pre-existential oceans, pre-ritual

Must clean up the way till there’s no trace left of me.

Endtime!

Did I see me last night?

Then denied it today?

Same solitude rite, done again?

It pours down upon me

Disgorging down from above

And now it’s too late

Now, how are you tonight?

Is there any way I could be of help tonight?

I write a vomit serenade of living yesterdays

I’ll show you tonight that no one really wants to listen to a song that really

hurts

Who’d ever want a love like a rainbow in the rain, iridescent but vain

I thought you would lie

Next to me in this bed of swallowed time

And deceiving the autumn and all the remaining time

And deceiving the horror, the pest and the relative slime

And the cancers and darkness behind the doors at night

Today all these things are unaware

Must clean up the way until there’s not a soul left by my side

But there’s always a little sign of someone meant to take good care of your

heart