Is There Love? Comments

Jacket zipped up like a guitar case Her neck like the length of the fretboard There's a hole in her soul As her screaming electric neurones Buzz like an amp Chaos rebel, Kali anger Peptides deform the cells and the water's information Inside of her Her hair is spiked up like spires toward God Her moods Swing like a metronome She sculptures her rock worn by the sea of life On her delicate mattress she's got some sheet music though As we rock as if a storm of an argument had broken out..