Chest Full Of Dying Hawks ('95 - '01)

can you feel the wind of venus on your skin? can you taste the crush of a sunset's dying blush? stars will always hand in summer's bleeding veils can you feel the rings of saturn on your finger? can you taste the ghosts who shed their creaking hosts?

So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell Blue skies from pain Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air

I want my records back And that motorcycle gas tank That i, spraypainted black The owls have been talking to me But i'm sworn to secrecy I woke up in A burnt out basement Sleeping with Metal hands In a spirit ditch The moon it will rise with such Hor