from these prison bars i've flown

Jul 16, 2005 01:04

Break wrists and bent to twist,
I have a cap off, Torn by the hamstring
Think about a girl forgotten,
She's half beaten like a dragon wizard

I've got the big titty brigade,
Half parked to inhale,
Half dark to drink pale
I'm blown up in imagination,

Trying to combine the equation to make sensations
Bar and grill,
Killed and skinned like agoat

Post me up up and call it crucifix,
I am hanging on the tree they said I would
He left us all a tree
He left us the nails to drive into our sinner feet
Alone

That's wrath, that's frogivness

Who said there wasn't a price?
-hark
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