Cascara
06-17-2005, 07:58 AM
As the nights turn
The truth gets streched like elastic
These sidewalks, worn and bent
Bent like paper "clips dispersed on the masses"
I've watched them fall to the floor
Like metaphors of plane crash antics
Armys of drones behind microphones
to expose this madness
So they crash through the last defence
Of headless men to suspend the cardboard box
That they sent you in
Like faint innuendos
To lament the chaotic Crescendo
Of leaks from the kitchen sinks
In the hell that you came from
Much like the lands that you walk now
A land of lost
Have you forgotten your way back?
Then you should slowly back up
At least far enought to witness this...
...your mistresses first name
being etched into a dead mans hit list
And together we will have to watch him
burry her
A man that lives life by his luggage
Becomes nothing but a carry on...
The truth gets streched like elastic
These sidewalks, worn and bent
Bent like paper "clips dispersed on the masses"
I've watched them fall to the floor
Like metaphors of plane crash antics
Armys of drones behind microphones
to expose this madness
So they crash through the last defence
Of headless men to suspend the cardboard box
That they sent you in
Like faint innuendos
To lament the chaotic Crescendo
Of leaks from the kitchen sinks
In the hell that you came from
Much like the lands that you walk now
A land of lost
Have you forgotten your way back?
Then you should slowly back up
At least far enought to witness this...
...your mistresses first name
being etched into a dead mans hit list
And together we will have to watch him
burry her
A man that lives life by his luggage
Becomes nothing but a carry on...