Methanol Fire
From the shrines of Kyoto to Honshu's rivers,
the sound of water echoes silently
through every creek in my soul.
But there's a heavy space between us
Dazed my by own reflection,
fluttering to the promised land.
My chitin wings burn in your methanol fire.
Inflatable hearts run out of helium.
the sound of water echoes silently
through every creek in my soul.
But there's a heavy space between us
Dazed my by own reflection,
fluttering to the promised land.
My chitin wings burn in your methanol fire.
Inflatable hearts run out of helium.
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