Intimate With The Fire Bird
Darius + Rotten
Our feathers sear through matter Matters not when broken up like Shards of glass hurled to the sun and Melted down and becoming That's when I shatter We need to journey to the palace of the repetition
Our feathers sear through matter Matters not when broken up like Shards of glass hurled to the sun and Melted down and becoming That's when I shatter We need to journey to the palace of the repetition