Lyrics The Howler - King Crimson
Here
is
the
angel
of
the
world′s
desire
Placed
on
trial
To
hide
in
shrouded
alley
silhouettes
With
cigarette
coiled
To
strike
at
passing
voices
Dark
and
suspect
Here
is
the
howling
ire
Here
is
the
sacred
face
of
rendezvous
In
subway
sour
Whose
grand
delusions
prey
like
intellect
In
lunatic
minds
Intent
and
focused
on
The
long
thin
matches
To
light
the
howling
fire...
No,
no,
not
me,
Burn,
I
don't
wanna
burn...
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