Avalanche

All the gods are crazy, can’t you see?
Like the firelight that builds in me.
Temper is the town, I sank my feet.
Grinding, churning endlessly.
Solar-eclipse the day.
Mind-beam narcotic state.
So far it looks the same.
High speed into the grave.
Avalanche, surprise me when you fall.
Terror, ride along this shooting star.
I see earth reflections staring tall.
Highlights of the world I left you on.
Solar-eclipse the day.
Mind-beam narcotic state.
So far it looks the same.
High speed into the grave.
Started cold, twin-sight rhyme.
Midnight lung, wave they walk.
Tremble tired, empty signs.
Sore eyes tight, more rain.
All the gods are crazy, can’t you see?