Theater of dead men, peeling off the surface
Reeking of sultry growth and then blowing off after service
Held together through the oils, tear, then clumping altogether
Where no graves await the fate, just sky burials
A clusterfuck of feathers
Ivory tethering to the insulation
The public eye's sensation past the color of the "should I be forgotten?"
Rotten as the apples in your mouth - hole
Meat pies for magpies, but I digress, let's sink into the cable mesh,
Full of strength, bendable pillars that we build upon
Though cultural zeitgeists that snap and reform equally as strong
If not stronger - yet stress reduces life expectance
I think we w
While I'm laying
In bed
With disasters, swarming my head
I think of you
Oh, what else would I do?
When they watch,
Gavel, pew
Round, us up, torture and shoot
I think of you
Oh, of otherwise, who?
Oil, slicked match
Rivers of blood, raise your glass
I'll drink to the night's dew
I only love you
Panicked shots, toxin, disease
Famine, ticks, F-O-A-Bs
I'll protect you
I'll be damned if I do
(Not)
{Are you two afraid?
I fear the future}
Sensible traps
The fashions and flairs, what a match
You can self-destruct too
It'll only cost you
(Lots)
Bendable maps
With equally incomprehensible time to elapse
What to do
I'm just no good for you
Tomor