Old Rope

This place is for people who like the way down We are the hollow men leaning together Old men wringing our minds of thought The world never had so many moving parts That sought form There is something about this place It seduces me Sagged in ruin a rope around my neck Around my feet like concrete it drains away That drug that final moment like concrete The skeleton of life that drug like concrete We have been sucking up the vapours for aeons The universal decay that contaminant destroys us all Trying to find a voice for the agony the corrosion What is this new terror? it will make corpses of us all Rub your hands not in fear but in the knowledge that... Many are the hands that dig my grave tonight