[the spirit of Suicide (the band) is still alive!] They brood in ecstasy A thought to wrap your head round The burn that earns the gleam Red crystals shine above a yacht They put an axe in them Those ripe with complications Like cars into a tree Ill die before the fires out A hug I give myself Good ones can make me smile Make amends to well fed men They fatten more than feed Clawed upon like guilt through time Or sleep collects to sheets I built a tower, sealed the door Slept clear my memory Pain, stress and sorrow from the world That blurs the me from me They built advanced machines Im short a foot or two from proud The crook that turns the key Some preschool spy they blew apart That covered half the land With springs first white carnations Like cars into a tree Ill die before the fires out A hug I give myself Good ones can make me smile https://youtube/watch?v=o-wUCKV0FDk
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 00:32:47 +0000
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