PARACHUTE - Pretty Things



White ice towers, slow dissolving

Now fall.

Below savage moon

Iron cities soon to rust.

Warned first by the gathering shadows

They fled.

From wide vapour deserts

They turned turned towards the sea.

Pale worn the walking, pass

Through concrete glades.

Torn shadows, slashed silence, AHHH.



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