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Feed the Dragon


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I don’t need to do anything, they will do it for me.

Just sit here on my throne of petals and read

bleeding screams I wrote in her mind,

come on, shy and graceful moth

she is driving me off, this is an oil

summit sunset, a painting on a glass

drying up, draining down, down, down…


‘What car I am driving, a steering sliding wrong way,

this girl must think I’m so nice and funny,

I want everything today, I don’t even wear the makeup

-Montagne Rouge - but wait?!-

where I am, there is nothing in this town,

only the shadows, where are my children?’


It’s not a scary kind, it’s that ultra-fine dread

that leaves you without a sound or power to defend.

Feed the Dragon, feel the Anger!

You can’t kill a god, it happened before.

Big black cold cloud and nothing on the impact

-you, a perfect Muppet - not believing it.

You’re believing it!



Everything that walks with your name,

they need so little, be aware,

when I dust the sand off their clothes and eyes

see the terror when a fairy-tale

substitutes with the madness, this is an oil

summit sunset, a painting on a glass

drying up, draining down, down, down…


I’m already in there, but don’t show her my picture.

It’s magic, it’s a magical being!

And this is a pet cemetery, the hearth is falling,

cracking in the million fragments there and now,

don’t forget to call just to be sure.

It’s magic, it’s a magical being!

It’s not a scary kind, it’s that ultra-fine dread

that leaves you without a sound or power to defend.

Feed the Dragon, feel the Anger!

You can’t kill a god, it happened before.

Big black cold cloud and nothing on impact

-you, a perfect Muppet - not believing it.

You’re believing it!