My heart ruptures, bursting-red, every time I think of you, I am spent
Running away for the insular life, to grow like a crystal in the dark
We cannot escape time, the memory of friends we ran with
We were like baby turtles cracking through our shells, crawling to the sea
Broken and helpless in a world of predation, we did not enough to be terrified
We leapt with madness through the wild garden, driven by the biting wind
Trussed up by lust, like sacrificial offerings sent to the gods, cut open and
Rising on a column of smoke, chased by nightmares, we ran from the sun
We ran through a maze, climbed over walls of thorns, lacerating us as we went
Tearing at our flesh, we tore each other apart, envious and confused
Every sharp finger indicting our ambition, each dream turned to ash and dust
We ran from ourselves and found nothing in the end
We were children of the seventies, Generation X
