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wounding boy wonder wounding boy wonder glancing from a photograph taking me back before the sirens had the last laugh something's these(?) happen while others have meaning and it makes me sick to remember our last meeting
pilots at the temple is indecision such a sin or just under your skin feeding you a line in an instant on the temple(?) i knew i was a plane with enough selective memory and a conscience from the pain and i can never seem to win my in my junior head(?)... forty-five(?) i keep burning in water and drowning in flame with pilots at the temple things could never be the same
the mercy of death is like flowers it's alright if you wanna keep the light on no sleep not here tonight with a good month we know that nothing can stop me calendar burns my mind
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