zero ground

be my new york ... and i will be your ground zero ... be my body ... and i be your killer virus ... sign my skin ... and i will desert your terror ... be my brand name ... and i will be your ghost rider ... be my aperture and i will close the shutter on this solemn solemn night full of dead stars vibrant cities and silent rocks where sunny-faced midgets gather to discuss the future of the future tense .. and silent rockets reach their rare targets ... later in the night we watch the rainbow of the explosion ... i mean nyc was terrific but this beats it milion times ... then -astonished - we tear the no longer actual map apart and depart to start relationship with new streets.

::: clear to any soul :::