About as subtle as an earthquake, I know, My mistakes were made for you. And in the backroom of the bad dream, she came, And whisked me away, enthused. And its as solid as a rock rolling down a hill, The fact is that it probably will hit something, On the hazardous terrain. And were just following the flock, Around and in-between, Before were smashed to smithereens Like they were, then we scramble from the blame And its the fame that put words in her mouth, She couldnt help, but spit them out. Innocence and arrogance entwined, In the filthiest of minds. She was bitten on her birthday, And now a face in the crowd, shes not. And I suspected now forever the shape She came to escape, is forgot. And its a lot to ask her not to sting. And give her less than everything; Around your crooked conscious she will wind. And were just following the flock, Around and in-between, Before were smashed to smithereens Like they were, and we scrambled from the blame. And its the fame that put words in her mouth, She couldnt help but spit them out Around your crooked conscious she will wind. And its a lot to ask her not to sting, And give her less than everything Innocence and arrogance entwined.
Posted on: Fri, 15 Nov 2013 01:49:11 +0000
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