Smashing Pumpkins: Shake Down, 1979

Situating within the mindfuls chamber This searching of reasons incubator Nothing is concrete to explain away an absolute Truth: a maze in muse ? Daunting perhaps if it meant much at all Just killing time as waiting for tomorrow's flight Been sitting at this terminal most of my life Here how and why I arrived amid such a place ? Burning eyes set aflame About the course of something strange And her world upon fire Spirits gasping for breath; while toxic smoke she swirls Hearts numb to the pain seems better as they Run and we run ? Precious babies Lost throughout his pure bred dark Situating, within the mindfuls chamber This searching of a reasons, incubator....terrestrial journals.