Heavens : Patent Pending
Bring your bored, bring your broken hearted
Got a vessel that we've chartered
Into the wide open sea
The two of us dearly departed
Bring a book with a happy ending
a remix of the message sending
Shining clean, this guillotine
New and improved
Patent pending
Place a curse on the hearse we're driving
Cut the brake lines, and the dying
Glad to be traumatically
Against the ropes, lost all hope trying
Finding ways to break the silence
And to quench our taste for violence
Shadow free monstrosities
Crafting the fine art of patience.
No comments:
Post a Comment