STAFF SPOTLIGHT: American Pleasure Club – A Whole Fucking Lifetime of This
Come back to life before my telephone rings
Come back to life before my telephone rings
She sits up high, surrounded by the sun.
Thoughts not worth their salt, gold in the womb
The time lays waste to ashes, my soul lays waste the broken mind.
I climb the altar and I claim my place as God.
Looking across the universal hallway
Maybe that house again, maybe the city by the lake.
Where better is the enemy of good enough.
The gift of death is such a blessing for us.