Dust [USA/NY, Hard Rock] - Thusly Spoken

Angry angels cried Satan yearning cast a spell on us Cherubim with wings that cannot fly Dancing demons fill the sky Toasting drinks for two Sipping wrinkles from an aged spoon Passing glances at a blind man's tear Poison gasses fill the air The burning bush on the fiery plain Still inhabiting my brain Quite a vivid scene On the picture screen Colored by your mind The lonely lost on the caravan Still pursuing just a desert tan Quite a coutly game For the pure insane Written by the mask Amethyst and lace Broken women and their dossier Bleeding clowns With tongues that badly shake 'Tis the hour of the snake