Damaged Goods At the Rosebloom Flats

The dust sifts and falls with the Rosebloom powder To sieve and assume, survival hast made him prouder All alone like a wolf that's lost Roaming and trotting, breath crystallising a soft cloud No Mum, dad or Cubs that's the cost Apocalyptic fields lead him under and over dusty arches Sent upon his penultimate marches A two way transceiver, voice from the heavens Job 27 the last job in the bloomfields Hookers lips and dancing girls sad eyes of repression What a spectacle @ the rosebloom flats, startling frequencies Warping screams of a girl incorporating ballet Into a escape attempt from the jigging flames Welcome to the rosebloom flats hysteria in the air A hundred infinite Windows expressing her adversity They all perish not forgotten, you've forgotten that they point Apocalypse and lonely wolves and an impossible mercy Off you go on your final walk The walk towards your delusions Dreams and nightmares don't mix at least with sandy roses