Oct 30, 2004 02:35
this is your last chance
to see exactly what we are dying for
reinvent your majesty in trust
piss on the campfire again
toss and retrive
retrobution is ours
we will sacrifce our true desires
and we'll always find our way back home
tell me your fairy tale
dreamy sea's we'll sail
sweetie are you sleeping?
and we always find our way back home
through the forest and trails
wicked seas we sail
sweetie are you breathing?
this is my reason
please entertain the idea of the hour
uninvited to the finder's scour
breath on the last leg
this trembling thought that's one mile from home
spinning bandages that are my own
Don;t listen to the ocean
you may hear something you don't like to much
is that asking to much
We can't seem to drink enough
Paint until blue becomes beautiful
learn to hate the things you can't touch
so called saviors and such
are we seeing eye to eye