"My suit is made of Laffy Taffy"

May 23, 2006 20:14

Worn soles/Warn Souls

Walk, walking
Without shoes, without going through
The movements, the movements
Inside your head
Into my heart you'll go
While feet blister with no shoes
Your skin peels, won't heal
And I'll attack the past
The past, with medieval standards
With no remorse

Don't you know both sides
I'll tell you a secret,
One you want to know, one of upmost importance
With long, dexterious words and fervered spirit
And you'll walk, walk
Without shoes, going through the movements
The movements
Inside my head
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