Vanden Plas

In a wasp tower station
Errant souls lose their way
"Labyrinthian Absorptions"
They must stay here forever
In their own prophecies
Of a cutthroat assassin
Tempting nocturnes on the walls
Turbid idols we adore
All distempers draw one scene
With a cross upon the hill
What a beautiful nightmare
Then I hear the rush of silence
And I know that I must Save the world tonight
I fall into the rush of silence
Where are you
Let me save you now
Before you have to die
With my old cosmic wind mill
A fourdimensional tube
I've erased all the timesteps
I can't live without loving
In my new yesterdays