Fascist architecture of my own design Too long been keeping my love confined You tore me out of myself alive Those fingers drawing out blood like sweat While the magnificent facades crumble and burn The billion facets of brilliant love The billion facets

And I've been waiting in the weeds, Waiting for my time to come around again. And hope is floating on the breeze, Carrying my soul high up above the ground. And I've been keeping to myself, Knowing that the seasons are slowly changing. Even know you're