Feb 17, 2005 16:56
WE'RE CHAINED
hey, take, front
somethin to eat to clear your mind
a kiss on your molten eyes
mirrored lies
blades of grass
yet to be realized
bow as we pass
they are cold
stale
waiting in the ether
to form
feel
kill
propagate only to
die
they are cold
stale
waiting in the ether
to form
feel
kill
propagate only to die
dissolve
magically altered to the end
we dissipate coldly
and strangely return
it's the sound
that the mother makes with the fate that breaks
WE'RE CHAINED