||[Jan. 27th, 2005|05:11 pm]
"I Am The Architect, You Are Just A Petty Con-Artist"|
I'll find you on the dance floor
Under the bright lights and disco beats.
Bilinear components in the biolysis of morning.
Locked behind innocence.
Writing a novella for lovers dismay.
Come again, Come again, I drew the plans.
This rat infested playing field has become my grave.
Dressed in white, Dressed in black.
Now dressed in satin red.
Invert the color scheme.
I have the power to take this building down.
And crush you beneath the weight of the rubble.
Along with all the other people as well.
Although the smell of decay will flood the city.
It'll still be quite beautiful.