Brainchild

BRAINCHILD RIDING THROUGH THE ENDLESS DESERT, WHITE GLARING AND FLAT EXCEPT THE HAZY POOR GLEAM OF MOUNTAINS AND THE DEVILSGRa*s WITHIN SWEET DREAMS AND THE DEVILSGRa*s WITHIN... BUT TOMORROW IT COULD BE TO LATE YEAH TOMORROW MAYBE MY TRUST COULD FADE TOMORROW I COULD SEE THINGS THROUGH A KIND OF GREYNESS AND THEN I COULD CHANGE MYSELF INTO A KIND OF BIRD OF PREY SWEET DREAMS DEATH AND NIGHTMARES ON THE NARROW PATH BETWEEN CRUSTS OF SALT THROUGH THE ENDLESS CRYING MONOTONOUS WILDERNESS GIVE ME YOUR WINGS BIRD I WILL SPREAD THEM OUT AND FLY TO THE WAY TO THE TOWER, WHERE I WILL SING ALL THEIR NAMES I WILL SING ALL THEIR NAMES BUT TOMORROW IT COULD BE TO LATE YEAH TOMORROW MAYBE MY TRUST COULD FADE TOMORROW I COULD SEE THINGS THROUGH A KIND OF GREYNESS AND THEN I COULD CHANGE MYSELF INTO A KIND OF BIRD OF PREY BUT TOMORROW IT COULD BE TO LATE YEAH TOMORROW MAYBE MY TRUST COULD FADE TOMORROW I COULD SEE THINGS THROUGH A KIND OF GREYNESS AND THEN I COULD CHANGE MYSELF INTO A KIND OF BIRD OF PREY