Bedded by your matrimony of materialisms
Ill play you a song in my tattered attire, with my ramshackled busted mandolin...
Ill meaunder the notes to fluster your directions..and charcoal and rebel the colors you clone and condone with my spit and sweat, and with my unskillful hands, I'll fancy myself a locksmith to fix
your dull clockwork mind, that is but the fickled tones that disturb the essence of creation...your profuse sharpened knives, ready to attack what you do not understand...I will fetch you the rags you do not cradle, For you do not see its worth, and for that
I will always find you lingering in my temporal oil paints, slicked and confounded, as the dripping scenery buries you, ill find you resting in your own smitten graves that drags others with you
And I'll rise against you with the softest coverings, without having to raise my voice, I'll dwindle my tongue to sing, as my heart spews wrath...
For you didnt even bother to feel the suns rays that is shown so magnetically through the twilight of broken clustered harpings, nor did you even bother to look upon the ignited books burning in your houses
Oh no, you spat on the whole articulation of being...your ears even sneered at any love that I tried to bestow on you
Bedded by your matrimony of materialisms
I find no peace, and rest uneasy, for my heart is a companion and consort to those lowley rags you dont care for...
So I'll send you the gold, but you will only see dust and vestige, and i shall write "DEAD" on your tombstone
For dust is all that you have become, so numb to any sculpt of imagination or depth of ones soul, death has become you in your own royal honor
So taste this dark room you have blessed yourself with, and lie in the casket you call home!
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Silence of Love
By Headless Heroes
Release date: 2008-11-18 |
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