Thats it for today your soul
has been cheaply sold
I will keep bringing in mine
until you have been told..
when your saviours will be dark
I will let you reveal the reel
But come on for the rim ragged now
Dont tell me How should I feel...
And when you will be reading your Books
I will snore at your door..
ah make it real quick I have
got summer mountains to own....
Snoring on your freshly bought white mats
I will give you a good reason to cry
And Once you will be all gone for tonight
I shall finally take out the sore eye.
And If your ever wonder on way
whos that man there speaking
ah I will sneak into your precious dream
and tell you what is cooking
But dont be so eagerly creepy
to waste your busy tortured lives
you think that this wont get you
but I already know of your lies.
smeared on the glass frames
are these lingering winds cries
oh be here tomorrow to call the crow
and sing a melody of deceased Prize.
Your lives are all shiny and elected
but mine is severe and yet to stand
let this be a remainder to all that is pride
of what has been built in slippery sand.
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