kurtz

a wind carries your scent to those who will find you out
a storm forces you down to seek shelter from the rain

your trail leads to a mine of cyanide and gold
a free falling darkness leads you to yourself

i am low to the ground again
i have the future bearing on down
i run with the starlight to the end
the tail of the echo subsides(oath breaker sinks low)

so i crawl through the hailstones
my eyes fixed on my return (oath breaker sinks low)

time brings them all home to the eye of every storm

~neurosis~ 2004

party with colossus tonight...... wish us good tidings......

edited: ouch my fucking skull..... i really didn't see that truck that ran over my head 8 times...... not to mention the trucker that pooped in my mouth..... hangovers are god's way of saying "good job, asshole"......