i drove into a cop car today but he just waved me on.
Guess that means i will be okay.
Listen to the sound of, birds whistling through a hail of lead.
Hold on to the dear thought of your figurine on a cross saving you,
because i don't think uncle sam would be equally kind to us.
The joy & misery of the fire flickering in your eyes is killing your lover.
He's already laid across the planks burning for you.
Yet you did not choose him nor he did you.
Oh he certainly did not.
All chances of recovery is gone for the dead for they cry silently.
Cry for the lost hopes of a child bouncing smiling on their laps with their tiny hearts against, against the very fabric of mankind.
All said & done,
Deep sea blues and too many watches,
we love your sigh like jesus loves his toast.
Bleed for your bleeding colours like it's pulmonary,
hang the dead man noose.
Hang him dry.
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