Shreya: I wasn't doing anything, I just don't want pictures of it.


When I think of Heaven
Deliver me in a black-winged bird
I think of flying
Down into a sea of pens and feathers
And all other intstruments
Of faith and sex and God
In the belly of a black-winged bird
Don't try to feed me
I've been here before
And I deserve a little more
I belong
In the service of the Queen
I belong
Anywhere but in between
She's been crying
And I've been thinking
And I am the Rain King...