WISHING FOR A "PERFECT CIRCLE"

A PERFECT CYCLE MAYBE... THE GORGEOUS FACE OF DEPRESSION TAKEN TO ITS MAXIMUM BEAUTY AND ADORNED WITH THE FLAME OF NOTHING BUT A RUMBLING GUITAR MOURN. IF WE WNTED TO GET THERE JUST AS THEY DID WE WOULD JUST BECOME THE WILD THING THAT LIVES INTO OUR VEINS.