Tilt Storm Center Lyrics:
You've captured my imagination, charasmatic mess,
in the wake of your = devestation, I'm your best
work yet. Fascinating back drop of romantic =
poverty, obsessed with herbs and healing cures,
obsessed with healing = me! But you're the one
that's dying, a sudden downpour fading fast, =
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rapidly unwinding to a bitter draft. Around your
high poetic brow, = around your pleasant neck, a
veil of grandiosity competes with epithets. =
You're better off relying on meteorology than to
keep on justifying why = you impose on me. Your
path of mass destruction will blow right by me =
now, you dissipate your energy you cannot knock me
down. Submitted by: Mel
Lyrics: Storm Center, Tilt [end]