The bitterness
That tears whole cities down
Is to be found in every heart around
So take the children home
And clean the streets from far
The only thing this could end in is civil war
:A lack of something
That means everything:
The keen unconciousness
Is dripping through the ceiling
It will end up in puddles we all slip out in
So don't falter
And don't move at all
With your head inside a shopping mall
:A lack of something
That means everything:
The sound, the sound of the trumpets
Kills, kills, kills
The flesh and the bones of failure
Fills me whole
Spoke to me
Like any other angel
Aftermath
Of every single day
A single breath
A single touch just feels the same
A glimpse of every stronghold
That cannot be tamed
