"hard as hell, the witch's hammer
right away I knew the sound
so severe and long forgotten
cities burnin' to the ground
torn to shreds, stressed and cracked
worried minds obsessed in fact
skin and bones, and blood red eyes
the messenger was dressed in black
deceive the birds, fool yourself
believe the words with all your heart
goodness gracious, fold your hands
and that's when things will fall apart
galleries of sleep and dreams
take your chances, weigh your cares
give up the ghost, display your layers
sing along and say your prayers
here it comes, it's too late now
at last, the all consuming flood
sink or swim, it feeds on fear
sacred text and human blood
the trees are trying to escape
and all the birds are flying south
fighting with violent desire
look inside the lion's mouth
desperate people close their eyes
and try to reach for higher states
nothing left to talk about
sleep no more and dire straights
crooked teeth and naked breast
hunger that will only worsen
dislocated souls go blind
the death of a holy person
night time sky shot with holes
mysteries and misdenounced
control is lost and no one noticed
magic words are mispronounced"
A love story
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A Love Story, if told correctly, will do nothing less than ruin your heart.
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