a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de this town - thine

Loading...

crippled angels crouching in circles
inside the trunks of ill-wished trees
with their crooked arms as branches
& their hair & wings as leaves
when this force is rooted to the earth it breathes

they’ve learned to hide away
shaping wicked strangers
this town of cold, cold humans
kept inside the rooms of madmen

sweet serene, white walls here
no frustrated idols, no fertile fools
no tongue nor knowledge of dеgeneration
engineer yourself a soul
no bittеr form speaking truths of his love
of a man-painted devil
raping his back, nailing his lid…
awaken a rerun of evolution…

…sheds light upon all stories but newer sees
whose flesh it consumes
& whose peeled skin is flapping in the breeze
whose ropes they choose to dangle
& whose children they strangle
snapping small necks between their knees
insane are we unknowing of what’s created down there

you can be all their beings – remember their names
but try to sit back and drift with them
steal what they’ve done, hear what they’ve heard
foresee a dream to understand
return to point zero, it’s still where it was
describe your revolution & label its force

the complete works of funeral worm
distinction weighs upon the dying ever
the nature of shame upon vacant graves
peer back through their dried, dead windows
we’ll see their names, we’ll see their fates
systems of awe & tattered dreams
shall they sit down & hear of an age when nothing was left?

but everything is ok… is ok

- thine

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS

Loading...