When I'm destroying sunsets I can hear the angels calling Falling oft from lips a-drawling Little drips and quips installing In my mind a mindless matter Scatters priceless indiscretion I need mention my intention When the wrench of my contention Stops the fears forever turning Burning smoke for curls concerning Something with of which I know The way of monsters we do row I disguise in crowding colors Concupiscent ghosts approaching Broaching drams of swirling drink Where monsters short of shadows slink Devilish unrivaled fever Casts a masquerade of sun For fun and fortune's play Melee I leave upon this day Dismay has clasped a frozen fist On wisps of sunset that I missed Come now hell or come high fire Mired in spells of spite inspired