from tonight’s True Detective. perfect pick.
fingers walk the darkness down, mind is on the midnight. gather up the gold you found, you fool it’s only moonlight. if you stop to take it home your hands will turn to butter, better leave this dream alone. try to find another
salvation sat and crossed herself and called the devil partner. wisdom burned upon a shelf, who’ll kill the raging cancer. seal the river at its mouth, take the water prisoner. Fill the skies with screams and cries; bathe in fiery answers