PENNERS

   Merchants of Tarmacs Skilled for the workshop of rage Reservoirs of gins Eyes flashing scarlet lightnings With voices rumbling like sleep...

Night a time of lull Says the slumbering mortals Yet in the dark are neon eyed convoys But we know how to sweep real clean Fo...

  As the anguished eyes of the economy Looks up to the weight of the barrels So do we wait for the end of the recession Yonde...

Was I weak? Was I a coward? Was I afraid of pain? No I had become the pot of pain And became bored of pain Did the noose ...

Like a lily in a desert You withered In the furnace of my love Down you were at the bottom Of the sea of an intense devot...

Boundless, the breathless desert Summons each grain to a voracious feast Lifeless the grasslands lay scorched to death Voiceles...