Eyes still flashing with revolution
We found no way home.
Instead, we followed the city lights that we mistook for the glow of heaven.
We bent our knees beneath a neon pulpit
And stood to find them bloody and bruised.
-No Pain Felt in The Underground-
A promise we knew more than we heard:
And ended up here:
The Visionaries Paradise!
Where there are no angels,
Just devils with white wings.
‘But what's the difference?’
You asked.
Our glorious self-destruction
-now yours -
Comes from the heart.
We'll live beneath the city
And tear ourselves apart.