Sparks Ov Chaos & Purge
Howl
This rare magickal moment
Of instrumental inspiration
But where does it lead us
Do we even care to know?!
The everexistent drought
Has taken its toll
Would it fuel us long enough
Or just leave us dead by the road?
Sparks ov excitement
Ov terror, ov fear
Can be valuable for as long as they last
Even if just for a second or two
The one last festivity
In the middle ov chaos and purge
That brief shine in our eyes
Before sandstorms will wipe us away
