Music by Killglare Riley
featuring tor[r]entjet.


[Rain: a four letter word for living.]-
I don't remember the rain with you,
though I'm certain, through and through
(carpe Deium)
We got around to doing that, too.
(carpet demon!)
What else was there left to do?

[RAIN: a four letter word for kind gift from the sky.]

Maybe the rain wasn't your memory
as many as the times I've seen
the rains with different remedies,
in different spots, in distant cities...

I chased a kid outside back then.
He's walking by himself, upset,
crying over God's upsets,
and I believed the words he said.


[Jubilation often sounds sad when men are exhausted. Let's be fair--he may only be tired.]

The rain erased the tears he had.
I stood nearby and rubbed his back;
another soul I'll never have,
a stolen moment for the chest.

[EMOTION: a seven letter word for pussies rollerblading to FM radio. Use it to your advantage.]

She and I played in the rain,
laid in the streets and let it drain
over our nearly naked frames.
Then we played the lightning game.

[Exchange between peoples and creatures on the ground. Four letter word for kind gift--
THERE's glare. Everywhere. Kill. Kill. Kill.
STEAL. LIE. KILL.
Only the stolen moments may pass.]

(We're going to play in the rain, she says...)

[I'm not sure what God is. I can only think in terms of ones and zeros.
What's to get? He's just a sad man you can barely understand.
USE that to your advantage. God is a ONE. The rest can be...be...lieve ...
]


Did God mention himself then,
the lightning and the thunder hem
about the torrent's wicked gems?
No, it must not have been for him.

And now?:||
how long?

It can only rain for so long