The Howler Lyrics

Here is the angel of the world's desire
Placed on trial
To hide in shrouded alley silhouettes

With cigarette coiled
To stike at pa*sing voices
Dark and suspect
Here is the howling ire

Here is the sacred face of rendezvous
In subway sour
Whose grand delusions prey like intellect

In lunatic minds
Intent and focused on
The long thin matches
To light the howling fire

No, no, not me,
Burn, I don't wanna burn

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