Vacuum Sleeve

	Neurotic smart bombs fault intolerant
	Killing in recursive parabolas
	Black boxes shake hands scoping for shroud lines
	With ten thousand mile stares
	Let me share my heart with you
	As I'm guided by the dead to a miserable end
	Strands of descent and finite life spans
	On and on if only there could be no more
	Sleeve Down the vacuum heart
	Scream The sleeve drags on and on
	Siege It seems to go on and on
	Wings A precise outline oh cruel angel
	That will sever even your golden wings