I’m not so sure that a kiss on the… this gradient lets the our world s… we could wish for a tad more from… but we know we’ll cry out our eyes… no seeds grow, this soil lays stil…
a radio, a torch and a can of hair… some toothpaste, a naan bread and… an egg timer, an i-pod cover and s… the remnants of her disorganisatio… a scented candle, a full and empty…
you paint your smile like an acrob… a glass tumbler in your hands, a fragile set of circumstances that vapor their way to uncertaint… the melting ice of desperation
that dark candle you lit, you hold it burns with the brightness of a… it hides the creases and the full-… unnoticeable to others, its the ra… it drips a slow shadow of wax
you’re a perfect blunt instrument passively aggressive, you bring my… your words are like a long slow sl… or a groin crushed by a maverick w… you’re a perfect blunt instrument
Under the blanket of a starless ni… my inane smile just a make-up pain… as I wander down a lane that’s nam… and choke back tears on years gone… I dream a dream of circumstance
you offered me asylum and that’s where you housed me, chained to a bed in a room the stale smell haunting me, you offered me a reason
What does it know as it caws and l… Blocks my path looking back Does it see my life and its slips… And witness indiscretion pull trai… Its eyes eclipsed like marbles rol…
you cling to me as I cling to you you’re a shadow, a forgotten love, a precipice I lean to look over a view to bite and to ensue, you lay stretched out upon the gro…
Its strange how the years can stea… How perceptions change and alter w… When we first met you were the mos… Now you radiate bitterness and clo… Its odd the way people change even…
this love dies freely and it dies… two broken cadavers can never hold… when meaning is a carried cross be… there’s none but filigree around t… your monster was created in semaph…
Oh sacred heart Don’t let me suffer Oh sacred heart Don’t forsake my dreams Oh sacred heart
God help the world because the you… Shall be the leaders of tomorrow We think we’re in the mire now Just wait for the cloud of real so… Politicians in hoodys guzzling ene…
you strode out of the saloon just before high noon looking around to see if I’d decided against the day I stood there minding my own busin…
its hard to look beyond these twis… these inventions of need, they hang like clouds rain comes like the wail of a dyin… a tortured look upon a face