At the skirt of the pyramids.
As when a cloud drapes over the sun;
As when you exist in this midday dread;
As when behind a black scrim of exhaust;
As when traveling in Malaysia.
Yr soul, in aspic.
God’s skull this forest floor:
At the skirt of the pyramids.
As when a cloud drapes over the sun;
As when you exist in this midday dread;
As when behind a black scrim of exhaust;
As when traveling in Malaysia.
Yr soul, in aspic.
God’s skull this forest floor: