Till today for warhead we sway leave it all behind leave it all to time
Flacon petty Nalco visage mend the heart with your awful actuality
We’ll sink beneath his lovely hysterical smiles and nicely tempting
Yes thats a blank emotion, feel it like a piston.
We’ll flow forever in your,
lovely sinking feelings,
looking back across the eagle
flurried rapturous heights and knowing it will all be all right
(succinct that is when your broken wheels)
leave nothing behind but
A silly rhyme like jack and Jill, making sounds behind the hill that we all wonder what the hell is with that and the bronchial femurs felling the lemurs that
Fall from the trees like drops of dew latched on to release
And its many varied forms and then back through the ages
Reflection of hope mirrored in the lakes edges
Reflection of something pulling at its edges
Reflection of memory gasping in the hedges
That encircle life in a many fancied grove, like Shoiken, like Sherwood, like the black heart of Germanic gold, and looking out and not feeling the rhythm, He’ll hum those half truths until he escapes
his prison.
But how can they escape life living in a dream
But how can they escape life when everyone is on the mezzanine
But how can they escape life when it is from peaks they assault
Linus’s blankets and surrealistic swords.
That Saturday morning popcorn,
that SAT trash,
that will that demands forever,
the things that will never the last,
the half-spoken promises,
the lie forever known.
With nothing to distill them,
and nothing to call home.
Our Prison, Our Prison, Our prison
But alas forswear that eight pointed burden the knife has jigged in and your world is our prison.
Our Prison, Our Prison, My Prison,
But alas forswear that raw sewage Christmas your knife is stuck and your world is my prison