Perennial Voice in the Wilderness.
WILDERSOUL
Sweet lips, she gives me radiohead/see stars, Mars is on a code red/I don't recall the name of any torment/
amnesia's cool postmodern moment/Twilight sudden fever
blast/Alien love handmade to last/for Wildersoul
Sonic confessions take me over/that chord's the perfect
midnight lover/Grrrl moans more blue note fresh tomorrows/pure joy's complete excesss of sorrow/Twilight sudden fever. . ./Alone again while phantom memories linger/wonder why the goddess has a stinger/Will-o-wisp yet fleshly pure emotion/hot & tight & sighing like an ocean/Twilight sudden fever. . .