yellow bird flying gets shot in the wing. good year for hunters and christmas parties. i hate elevator music, the way we fight, the way i’m left here silent. these little earthquakes -- here we go again. doesn’t take much to rip us into pieces. we danced in graveyards with vampires til dawn. we laughed in the faces of kings, never afraid to burn. i hate disintegration, watching us wither, black-winged roses that safely changed their color. i can’t reach you, tho I feel you in my head. give me life, pain, my self again. my dad visited me today and wanted me to listen to this song on a few levels. which id never really done ever in these ways. he laughed in the faces of kings, never afraid to burn. I have that dna too so...... thanks for reminding me today.
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 09:38:44 +0000
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