Nite Flights

Theres no hold The moving - Has come thru The danger Brushin you Turns its face Into the heat And runs The tunnels Its so cold The dark Dug up By dogs The stitches Torn and broke The raw meat fist You choke Has hit The bloodlite Glass traps Open and close On nite flights Broken necks Feather weights Press - the walls Be my love We will be gods On nite flights With Only one promise Only one way To fall